Rwanda 01/03/11

Today as part of orientation we went to the genocide memorial museum in Kigali. It was a beautiful place, but the museum was very difficult to handle. During my tine in there, many tears were spilt at the stories and horrible atrocities that took place. Perhaps the hardest room was the last one-the children’s memorial. In this room they had large photos of children that were donated by their families. Underneath the beautiful pictures they had: their name, age, favorite foods, toy, activity, and best friend. Some even had their last words, and worst of all; how they were murdered. My heart absolutely broke reading all of these things. I will never understand how these horrible men thought it was okay to murder these innocent children.