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Tea Plantation near Byumba

A typical panorama in Rwanda, the land of 1,000 hills: a tea plantation nestled in the valley between the hills.

The prison (background), built for 2,000, now holds 6,200; the stadium (middle) was the site of 10,000 killed; the memorial site (foreground) holds the remains of thousands killed in the area.

Altar of Ntarama Church, Nyamata. 5,000 people were massacred after they sought sanctuary in this church.

Mirambi Technical School, Gikongoro. 50,000 people were murdered in this school after the local leaders told them to gather here for protection. The killing, with grenades thrown into the locked classrooms and machetes to finish off any survivors, took several days to complete.

Butare. Bishop Ndandali and his family hid in their house for months. Three times they heard the interahamwe were coming to get them. They survived because militia leaders feared international attention if they murdered a Bishop and French soldiers arrived before they could be "finished off." Bishop Ndandali died in February 1995 because he became ill and there were no medical facilities left.

Caretaker at Ntarama Church. "I am close to my family here"

Clementine lost her entire family at Mirambi Technical School. She survived because she was living with her husband and children in Burundi.

Prisoners on their way to work. "The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love." Rabindranath Tagore

Viateur & Annonciata. In their late 20's, married for three years, against the objections of their families (he is Hutu, she Tutsi), they have one small son of their own and 7 children they have adopted.

Father David weighs cornmeal for a local family. While participants are learning terraced farming, they receive food aid. As part of their training at the local Bible College, future clergy work in this program to learn rural development.

"Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination." Mary Oliver

These Batwa people (aka pygmies) are learning to live in houses close together, farm a small plot and send their children to school. Since their traditional way of life has disappeared, they have been required to work for others to survive. This project allows them to have property of their own.

These women farm this small plot together in order to raise crops to take to market and earn money for household goods and school fees for their children.

The youth at this camp were intensely serious. They never smiled. They had no interest in playing sports. But they would sing! They would sing for hours. The catharsis was palpable. "Truth got lost and then peace disappeared. . ."

"Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free." Rumi

"I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I have been knocking from the inside!" Rumi