Genocide
I'll just skip all order now and write this piece straight from the heart. Today in Kigali we visited the Rwanda Genocide Memorial. I write this now while the feeling of utter horror and disgust is still present and I'm still swallowing the un-cried tears. Oh and not all of them were un-cried. But now is the right time to publish this, before memory smoothes a few corners and edges and thus minces my words. [edit: unfortunately I didn't manage to finish it in one go, but left earlier parts as they were written.] We all learned about genocides in school. As a European the most prominent role is of course held by the holocaust by the Nazis. We learned about the statistics, the terrible injustice of persecuting a group of society, the cruel methods as well as some prominent singular fates, for example the one of Anne Frank. We read books, watched documentaries and movies like Schindler's List about it. But none of these activities can replicate that haunting feeling when ...