Two representatives of the Friend's Peace House met us in the morning to take us to the Genocide museum. It was fascinating and powerful, but only told the story from one perspective, which was a disappointment. The peace in this country feels very fragile. At times the air almost crackles with tension. It is against the law to ask someone their ethnicity (i.e., to which tribe they belong), and questions about the tribal conflicts are considered rude. They have peace but no reconciliation and are handling the problem by ignoring it and saying it is resolved now. It isn't.
After lunch we went to the Friends Peace House to meet with the staff and hear about all the programs they have going. As so often happens, tragedy brings about good things. The Peace House has a number of wonderful programs to help the people of Rwanda. We would benefit from many of these programs, but we have too much to see our need. We had a question and answer time and agreed to meet again on Thursday to consult with them regarding a counseling center they are trying to establish – the very thing we can help with.
At dinner tonight Kirsten was suspiciously missing. Perhaps she was at the hospital have her ears treated for over use.
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