war lessons I had the mis(fortune) to travel in Burundi during the genoicide of 1991. But again I learned how relative everything is: While the capital city was full of soldiers , elsewhere life continued as always. We went out one night with 3 locals (Tutsis who studied in Paris and came back for their holidays). They took us to a bar deep in Bujumbura- thatched huts, dirt streets, no street lights, soldiers at crossings, moonless night. We ate at a Hutu restaurant (backyard of a home). They just asked us not to talk politics. But everything seemed normal and the plate of chips was delicious and spicy. The soldiers didn't even ask our passports when we walked past them.
During our one week stay nothing happened to us. we didn't feel scared and nobody was rude towards us. Compare that to the crime in capitalist South African cities.
Greatest obstacle was the French language. No-one speaks English. |
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