Portrait of a Genocide

Nobody could go to any hospital. It was too dangerous. My wounds stunk and seeped. Worms filtered into the holes and I was spiting them out from my nose and throat. Noelle Musabyirema


Nobody could go to any hospital. It was too dangerous. My wounds stunk and seeped. Worms filtered into the holes and I was spiting them out from my nose and throat. Noelle Musabyirema
