Last year, my producing partner John Hibey and I flew to Kenya from Washington, DC, to shoot a fictional short about why Somalis become pirates. It was too dangerous to film in Somalia, so we worked out of Mombasa, Kenya, 60 miles south of the Somali border, on the Indian Ocean.One night thugs dressed in Kenyan military uniforms and wielding AK-47s emerged from the shadows on a dark beach and robbed us. Only we didn’t know they were thugs; we thought they were cops. It was the scariest night of my life. And yet it turned out to be the night that provided a key insight for my film, Fishing Without Nets.
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