Late in Mar 1994, around my 13th birthday, zero could ever have prepared me for what was about to happen. Right after Easter, on Apr 6, a craft carrying a boss of Rwanda was shot down as it was alighting during Kigali International Airport. Within seconds, a genocide opposite a minority Tutsi organisation began. Over a subsequent 3 months, around a million Tutsis were mercilessly slaughtered. This towering series includes my relatives and dual of my siblings. A foreigner saved me. My 3 younger siblings, who were eight, six, and 3 during a time also survived.
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