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Tour de Terre(s), Afrik Est : Kenya Ouganda Rwanda
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Nous tirons notre révérence au passé
Nyamagabe, Rwanda - Polarsteps
đ Meilleure mise en page et plus de photos : https://www.magicargol.fr/carnet/rwanda/t/1676119
đ English text a little further down
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Pas de photos... Le Rwanda, câest un pays de collines⊠mais aussi de mĂ©moriaux. Il y en a partout, comme si chaque bosquet cachait un rappel de lâhorreur. Et croyez-moi, ici, le mot "souvenir" ne rime pas avec carte postale ou magnet de frigo. En dehors de Kigali, les anciens miliciens Hutus ont laissĂ© derriĂšre eux une sorte de route de lâeffroi, version macabre de Koh-Lanta, oĂč le seul enjeu Ă©tait la survie.
On visite lâun de ces lieux de mĂ©moire, un des plus terribles. Ici, en 24h chrono, prĂšs de 50 000 personnes ont Ă©tĂ© exterminĂ©es et jetĂ©es comme des dĂ©chets dans des fosses communes. Les corps sont lĂ , figĂ©s dans lâhorreur. Leur souffrance est inscrite jusque dans leurs os.
Ă ce moment prĂ©cis, on se regarde, la gorge serrĂ©e, et on dĂ©cide dâarrĂȘter notre pĂšlerinage du cauchemar. La mĂ©moire, câest bien, mais lĂ , on a atteint le niveau "traumatisme de luxe". On tire notre rĂ©vĂ©rence Ă ce passĂ©, avec une promesse : ne jamais lâoublier, mais arrĂȘter de sây plonger Ă chaque virage de la route. Place au nouveau RWANDA !
âčïž Murambi Genocide Memorial Centre -2.45579, 29.56776
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No photos... Rwanda is a land of hills... but also of memorials. They're everywhere, as if each grove hid a reminder of the horror. And believe me, here, the word âmemorialâ does not rhyme with postcard or fridge magnet. Outside Kigali, the former Hutu militiamen left behind them a sort of road of terror, a macabre version of Koh-Lanta, where the only thing at stake was survival.We visit one of these places of memory, one of the most terrible. Here, in 24 hours, almost 50,000 people were exterminated and thrown like rubbish into mass graves. The bodies are there, frozen in horror. Their suffering is written in their bones.
At that precise moment, we look at each other, our throats tightening, and we decide to stop our nightmarish pilgrimage. Memory is all very well, but we've now reached the level of âluxury traumaâ. We're taking our leave of the past, with a promise: never to forget it, but to stop dwelling on it at every bend in the road. Make way for the new RWANDA!
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