|
An Ordinary ManI also felt that even if they got out safely it would be a sign to the Interahamwe that I trusted the rebels to take better care of my wife and children. That would be pushing things far too far. I had been skating on paper-thin ice for so long, but even my oldest friends in the highest ranks of the Army would not be able to stomach that sign of treachery. They would not be there to help when the militias came in. Their continuing friendship was my one lifeline, even though it was as thin as a sewing thread. БЂњBut these thugs know you are the one who has been protecting everybody, БЂ«said Odette. БЂњThey will surely kill you.БЂ«БЂњI would never be able to face myself again if anybody dies, БЂ«I told her. БЂњAnd if my wife and my children go with you they will see that I have taken a side. They will not hesitate to come kill me.БЂ«The night before the evacuation four families gathered in Room 126. We were all old friends. In the room were: Odette and Jean-Baptiste and their four children; John Bosco Karangura and his three children; journalist Edward Mutsinzi and his wife and child; and Tatiana and me and our four children ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
phpBB
текст
|
|