It seems that we have been here for three weeks instead of 3 days. The village has been through and done so much together in this beautiful country. Today, we had breakfast, ran through our play twice, and packed up for our transfer to Muhungo. We stopped by our third genocide memorial, the Belgian memorial. On April 7th, 1994, 10 Belgian U.N. soldiers were transferred to an army camp to help the Rwanda Patriot Front. There, soldiers came and massacred all 10 with guns. The memorial did not sugarcoat the tragedy. The bullet holes are still visible both inside and outside. You can feel the density in the air as soon as you walk in to see the spot with hundreds of gun bullet marks on the wall. Even though this memorial was immaculately orchestrated and powerful as the other 2, I could not cry. All I could do was stand in utter silence, close my eyes, and pray for the victims. There were stones outside the building that had the victims initials written on them and lines to show how old they were when they perished. The oldest was 32 while the youngest was 25. These were tall statues that, shockingly, reminded me of the twin towers. To finish off the visit, I wrote in the notebook " YOUR story will be told through generations. Your souls will never die."
From there, we had a great lunch at an outdoor patio restaurant. I took a walk with some of my village members. We then went to Urakundo and hugged the most adorable kids one has ever seen. Their passion and energy were infectious! We joined them in song
and dance after dinner. It's truly remarkable experiencing a new culture. The song today will be Halo by Beyonce. Those kids and the troops who died have halos. I'm surrounded by their unified embrace. Tomorrow is going to be very long but so worth it. I can't wait .