Hello, by Kate Adi. Hello. Today, trouble in Tunisia as the authorities struggle to control Islamist rebels and a million

plus refugees from Libya.

Another story of desperate migrants under perilous sea crossing how thousands have died trying to reach French territory in the Indian Ocean.

We're off to the far southwest of Ireland to visit a town once considered vital to the defense of Britain.

And its payday, they've had a tax rebate too, we're off to join the celebrations

at the only pub in a small town in Greenland. the the Arab Spring began. But instead of celebrations, thousands have been taking to the streets

calling on the coalition government to resign. It's accused of failing to tackle an insurgency

by Islamist militants, which has led to attacks on security forces,

bombings and assassinations. Andrew Hoskin has been finding out how an influx of

more than a million refugees from neighbouring Libya has further destabilised this

traditionally moderate Muslim country. There are three types of men who in

my experience like to sport sunglasses indoors.

There's the nightclub bouncer, the pop star, normally of the aging variety,

and last but not least, the official from state security.

The sort of chap who might have you bundled into the back of a screeching

car, only to re-emerge a little later as a silhouette behind a dazzling angled poised light.

As his burly assistance slip on the knuckle dusters, the man in the sunglasses

apologises for any inconvenience caused before murmuring menacingly. We need to talk. I met Mr. Mahmoud twice indoors and on each occasion

he wore his sunglasses. Unhealthy looking, small and slight, with hunt shoulders and slick back dark hair, Mr.

Mahmoud could perhaps have been a bouncer for an underage disco, but I don't think he would

have been taken too seriously by drunks in a nightclub.

He didn't seem to be the musical type either, but he did have the right sort of sinister

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