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I am a survivor of the Tutsi genocide in Rwanda 1994.
A large part of my family was killed while in our parish church. The sight of this building used to fill me with horror and turned my stomach, just like the encounter with the prisoners filled me with disgust and rage.
It is in this mental state that something happened that would change my life and my relationships.
A Change of Pace: Family Stories
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Thankfully we have not experienced those atrocities in our country during the 20th century (and hopefully never will), but individuals have suffered from the sensless and violent death of a loved one and thier only solace was forgiveness.
Thanks for this powerful post.
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