Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.
Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.
“No you go first! Alright together on 3!”
(2/7) “Over the next few days, the situation grew worse. Bombs were being dropped all around us. The streets had grown very loud. The killers would chant and scream while they chased people. All of the children were terrified. We couldn’t hide the truth from them because they knew what was going on. Some of the children who were arriving from the outside had witnessed their parents being killed. Even the babies knew how to say: ‘Don’t kill me. I’m not a Tutsi.’ The adolescent boys were especially vulnerable. We hid them in the ceiling. We had no fence around the orphanage back then, so there was nothing to protect us. Just a line of trees. Every day the militias would come looking for targets. I’d meet them here at the entrance and try to bribe them with food. I’d tell them: ‘I know your families are hungry. Take this and go away.’ Luckily I had a shipping container full of porridge, corn, beans, and biscuits. But word spread quickly. The killers told each other: ‘If you tell Damas that you are going to kill his children, he will give you food.’ So more of them began to come. And their demands grew larger. So our food supply ran very low. And the people kept coming. Eventually 400 people were being hidden in the orphanage. We were like sardines in a can. We had no food. No water. No electricity. No life.”
(Kigali, Rwanda)
69u:
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