 "In Paul Klee's Angelus Novus the angel's eyes are wide open, his mouth is open, his wings are spread.
He looks as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His face is turned towards the past.
He sees catastrophe, wanting to awaken the dead and make whole what has been smashed."
Godelieve Mukasarasi listens to women who have been contaminated by horror, contaminated by men who destroy, by AIDS, and by ignorance. |  Urunana, one monthly meeting for Sevota's women to be all together and talking about their issues, dancing and singing. Sevota: Solidarité pour l’Épanouissement des Veuves et des Orphelins visant le Travail et l’Autopromotion There are many SEVOTA women and they operate in small autonomous groups, sharing their experiences of being survivors and having suffered unspeakable violence. Together they are free to talk about themselves, to talk about what happened without shame. |  “April is approaching.
In my body I feel my aching wounds; the scars seem fresh and have never healed.
Although there are two months to go I already feel the rain falling, its sound, its smell."
It was also raining that April of twentyfour years ago when the Genocide of the Tutsis started. That is what the United Nations has decreed it will be called from now on. |
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