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"Why do you kill the soldier?
"Doesn't the soldier have a family
"waiting for him, just like us?"
I say to him:
"He's wrong and we're right."
"Why, Dad?"
I say:
"He kills families and children.
"He destroys mosques.
"We defend all that."
We always try to be clear
to the children.
We tell them that we took up arms,
because we had to,
I don't like having blood
on my hands...
or the idea that I killed someone.
Nobody likes that.
I'm not afraid of death.
I'm not afraid if it's for Syria.
I'm not afraid if it's for my father.
If he wasn't dead,
But I'm no longer afraid.
Even if my throat is cut
or I get blown up.
What matters is joining my father
or going back to Syria.
During the genocide...
I was separated from my parents
and I lived alone
in the sorghum fields.
I spent at least two weeks there.
Then,
someone took me.
She asked me who I was.
But as I was very little,
I couldn't distinguish
between Hutus and Tutsis.
I didn't really know.
She looked at me and started touching
my fingers, my skin.
She told me I was a Tutsi
or mixed race.
to eliminate me.
I asked why,
what I'd done wrong.
After that,
there was a lot of shooting.
I ran away.
All along the way,
there were corpses and blood.
Then I sat down and asked God
that His will be done.
I was lucky to survive.
I went home.
The door was smashed in.
In front, there was a hole
where a shell had fallen.
I went in
and found my father lying there.
I saw my brothers too, behind him.
My father
had opened the door to them.
He told them
there were no combatants.
They told him to step forward.
My mother and brothers were lined up.
"Join them."
As soon as he moved,
they started shooting.
He got a bullet in the back.
He fell.
They started shooting at my brothers.
At the time of the massacre,
in 1982, I was a young student.
I didn't hate anyone,
I felt no hatred.
But that massacre
made me question many things.
I asked myself:
"Why did this happen?"
and all that brought about in me
a love of hatred,
a love of vengeance.
Man isn't born with those feelings.
They grow
over the course of your experiences.
Both love and hatred.
Would you forgive me
if I kill your father or brother?
If no law stands in my way?
If your rights are scorned?
Would you forgive me
if I'd killed your brother,
father or mother?
No, certainly not.
No way.
I will never forgive.
Even if my head is cut off.
One evening, while in the reserves,
my unit had to stop a suicide attack
by capturing a terrorist
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