(scroll for German version) Saturday, 8 a.m. I was roaming somewhat at random through a slum sprawled over a hillside not far from the centre of the Rwandan capital, Kigali. It was quiet and there was almost no one to be seen. A couple of children were playing outside of their shacks and watching me. Suddenly, a girl took my hand and led me through the narrow, winding streets. She had guessed... Read More![]()
