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  • April 6th 1994

    I am 13 going 14
    Attending a boarding school hundred miles away from home
    I wear glasses
    Co captain of my basket ball team
    I have 6 roommates
    I hate washing my clothes
    I am in love with one of my classmates

    April 7th 1994

    The Genocide starts

    I am still 13 but feeling like 50
    My world suddenly turns upside down
    I learn that we were not all friends after all
    I am forced to take sides
    I come face to face with the notion that life is short
    I don't know where my parents are
    I witness human hunt
    I am scared
    I am confused

    I loose my innocence.

    This photograph taken probably in 1993 was sent to me by a former classmate who found it in his belongings with my name written on the back.For a while he thought I was dead. He googled my name and found me on Facebook. I am the kid on the back of the motorcycle.We were out exploring tea plantations surrounding the school when this photograph was taken.
    I haven't seen my friend since 1994. He lives in France now.
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