The Blood is on Our Hands

The two main tribes where blood is the vast land of Rwanda in Africa are Tsutsu and Hutsu. According to David Rief who was a writer of Rwanda and massacred in the 20th century, Rwanda became independent from France after more than 40 years, afterwards territories caught up in civil war between two tribes, It is at stake. . During the majority of the colonial period, Tutsi had control over the influence of French white Banzugu.

One night, when problems occurred, Mustafa was sitting on the bedroom floor. He can hear others talking outside. He leaned against the wall and placed a gun between his feet. We always wash our hands with blood. The blood of a child or adult who attends school. That system may never stop. He turned around again and again. It may not stop. After thinking for a long time, he fell asleep. A couple of weeks later, Mustafa was on a truck on the way to the big asphalt road. Vehicles passing cargo with a drive about one hour from the camp began to be attacked. His friend Mubarak is driving. Mustafa sucked his Benson and the hedge and sat quietly in the passenger seat. There are two boys in the back seat and five boys in the back.

We can not leave. When I grab a drink with my hand and shake my head behind, we are very moving. The fingertips of DJ control our waist, even the blood that comes back hitting our feet. An hour passed and the sun hid behind a huge white magnolia tree, we found a hula hoop, but we have not filled it yet. We were sunny from the outdoor party and slowly sit quietly around the table on the terrace. Nick, our host, and agitators who we talked about in death dinner, we started dinner and asked us about our blessing to those who passed. We went about, there were two people there, I do not know. First, Kevin, first went, he talked about women, family friends. Kevin is tall, shoulder wide and the body is said to be a big man. He has a beard, everything about him is masculine

After we knocked down those people, we soon went to the garden hose behind this place. I washed my hands. We are shedding blood on our feet, everything. You know, a dark blue uniform, in the dark, you can not see it. However, as you enter the light, it seems that someone is painting you red paint. We needed to wash badges with water and they were surrounded by blood. There is blood on our face. I must clean it up. We checked each other, then we went to our place and we were instructing traffic. "Where is the suspect?" "I think that some officers here have taken them," they took to the base. As you know, we handcuffed them and let down the two stairs. That's why they came. You know, that is where many people see it.