“Sometime during my second visit,” Seamus said, “ I realized I’d mislaid something of myself here during my first visit, and I had to return for it. Instead of retrieving it and leaving immediately, I’ve stayed. It’s possible that some of us cannot help losing ourselves in the sorrow of other people’s stories.” ---Nuruddin Farah, “Links”.
These words from a contemporary Somali novelist leapt from the page when I read them, and to me they explain a great deal about why I keep going back to Rwanda. The faces that you see here tell more compelling stories than I could ever write.
Thanks to Linda Cullen for her incredible photographic work.
