Who knew I could sum up six years of work in six pages?

That is a year per page. Not bad. And kind of terrifying.

I am talking about my entry, Post-Conflict Recovery in Africa: The Micro Level, in the upcoming Oxford Companion to the Economics of Africa. An excerpt:

Until about ten years ago, most of our micro-knowledge came from public health: epidemiologists measured mortality, morbidity and disease; psychologists measured the incidence and determinants of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). In the 1990s a handful of labor economists studied the labor market impacts of military service, but limited their attention to American and European veterans.

In the past decade, however, economists and political scientists have attacked these questions with increasing vigor and rigor. The majority new evidence comes from Africa, partly because Africa has had more war, and partly (one speculates) because African states have been less able to deter meddling researchers from data collection.

The surreal part: all this was borne of a chance encounter in the slowest Internet café in Nairobi. I couldn’t help but start talking to the cute researcher slash humanitarian worker next to me. I didn’t know a thing about war. I haven’t even seen Rambo or Platoon. But ten months later I’m on a plane to northern Uganda, to get a crash course in conflict zones, child soldiers, and recovery after war. Three years later I’m married to her. And still working on post-conflict recovery.

I was supposed to do my dissertation on coffee. My advisers were distressed, to say the least.

Life, and PhDs, take you funny places. Funny places that can be described in approximately six pages.

Comments on the draft welcome.