On the other side of the road, I saw life carrying on as usual. People were only a few kilometres away from the genocide perpetrated by their army. Some of them were soldiers themselves, perhaps on leave after taking part in the slaughter.
There, death was being poured onto two million people in an open-air detention camp under catastrophic humanitarian conditions. Here, daily life continued, as though nothing were wrong. Perhaps it was because they did not see the victims behind the fence as equals in humanity or believe their lives mattered.
That is how they reconcile themselves with genocide – by pretending it does not exist.
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