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  • My name is Jean Luc Dushime. Yes! You are wondering why I do have a French name. Well, I am not from France, Canada, or Haiti. I was born in the country of a thousands hills, Rwanda. Did my father have a friend that he liked so much he decided to name me after him? I would love to know but I can't ask him now because he passed away when I was seven. Sometimes I tell myself that if could have known him well, i could understand myself better.

    I grew up with a foreign name, then at 14, I fled Rwanda during the Genocide and I have been a foreigner ever since. Now I speak five languages, have been exposed to a multitude of cultures and traditions. I have been to places only few people are able to go, eaten things nobody else could eat, slept among red ants, swam across the mighty Congo river, survived Cholera and witnessed people taking their last breath.
    I am grateful to God to have survived all of that hardship.
    I feel like my life story is as strange as my name. I have survived but I am still figuring out how to live again.
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