Monday, October 15, 2012

Off to Rwanda



Beautiful Western Uganda


We made it to Rwanda!  It was a long, long journey but through beautiful Western Uganda so it was bearable.  We also gained an hour and the extra sleep is always appreciated.  Rwanda is an interesting, eerie place.  The second you cross the boarder are manicured roads, modern structures, and no grass-thatched roofs to be seen.  Even in the countryside I felt like I may be in some part of the US or Europe.  And the city, that’s even more extreme.  It kind of reminded me of Dubai with how fancy the infrastructure is.  Okay maybe that’s a little exaggerated, but after living in Gulu for so long I’m fascinated by the little modern touches.  One thing that really hits ya in the face is how Rwanda used aid money.  It’s really a modern city, and even in the more rural areas, there are amenities such as electricity and sometimes running water.

Going through Customs on the Rwanda side!


Tea fields in Rwanda

We’ve taken about a week here now and I’m relizing this is one of the most intense two weeks in my life so far.  Our lecturers speak of the genocide, but also seemed to tip-toe around things, saying things like, “I am not afraid to say what I am now” but then avoiding giving away if they are Hutu or Tutsi, and saying that things are spoken of openly, but then also saying children are not told of the past.  Its just interesting because in a strange way, one result of the genocide is all of the aid money that has made the city as impressive as it is, yet no one speaks of it.  I’m not making a judgment here, just an observation.

     Class time in the swanky SIT Rwanda office building
 
So  far we have been to quite a few memorials, one museum-like, built with government money, others just in old churches, buildings, fields, where mass killings occurred.  Both types are impressionable and informative (and emotional) in different ways.

The Kigali Genocide Memorial was very well done.  It is a new building that takes you through the genocide from start to today.  I can’t really explain much about it, just that it has a huge effect on everyone who goes through it.  Furthermore, it takes it to a broader lever, teaching about the concept of genocide, showing this is not just an “African phenomenon.”  The whole second level is dedicated to teaching about other genocides around the world, even those not recognized as genocide (but that clearly were).    It is so powerful to see that these people suffered so much and yet can still acknowledge that this happens elsewhere, that they are not the only victims.  And as depressing as this is, at the end of the exhibit, there are statements about genocide, one of them being that genocide will happen again somewhere in the world.  I would love to think that that’s just not true, but from what I’ve learned, it is unfortunately almost inevitable.

The other kind of memorial is intense in a different way.  When we entered the first, an old church where 10,000+ people where mass murdered, it was hard to even breath.  You walk through in a sort of a daze, hearing bits and pieces of what the guide is saying….”these are the piles of clothes from the victims,” stacked feet deep on all the benches and in all corners of the church.  “This stain of the wall is where the lined up the children,” a whole wall turned a blackish-brown.  It’s hard to believe that such evil existed, and still does exist.  One thing every memorial has in common are the mass graves.  These are places covered in huge concrete squares where bodies were put.  None contain less than 5,000.  And these are not just unique to the memorials; you may be driving on a road in the country and on a hillside, or in the center of a field, you’ll see these huge concrete squares decorated with flowers, and you know people are buried there in the most impersonal way.

                                                                           Roommates in our hotel room (we moved Olivia's bed in)
To end on a happier note tonight, we have been taking full advantage of this modern city.  A few of the girls and I found a sweet internet café where we got on for the first time in almost a week tonight!  The city is big and confusing, but very safe. People are so incredibly nice here, aswell.  To name a few things: a man stepped out into the street to stop traffic for us so we could cross, and didn’t even have to cross himself.  Some waiters at a bar only had a small selection of food, but gave us clear directions where to find a tasty dinner.  We were trying to figure out where to get internet when the place we originally tired had lost their wifi and some onlookers kindly offered their advice of a place down the road.  So thoughtful.  When walking around at night, I also felt the safest I have in Africa.  I think I wouldn’t even feel too concerned walking by myself (although I wont try).  We had a little culture shock with the bodabodas here also.  They ride trust-worthy looking bikes, make you wear a helmet, and only allow 1 passenger!  No piling on your wife, 3 kids, and the family goat here.  I really like it here, but I appreciate that we have just 2 weeks.  It’s a good amount of time to see and learn, and also appreciate our home in Uganda.

Kigali at dusk, at the hotel just outside of town

Suggested watch: Sometimes in April -- we watched the other night, a very informative portrayal of the Genocide of 1994

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