I know why I write. If I close my eyes, I'm forever walking down that path nobody takes anymore. For there are no more houses, no more coffee shrubs, no more sorghum or swet potato fields, no more women pounding sorghum with pestles, no more men in endless discussions around a jug of banana beer, no more little girls dragging their dolls by a string. They have all fallen to the machete, without proper graves.../Scholastique Mukasonga
