I can still smell the lime

I woke up Sunday refreshed after sleeping ten hours and would need it for what we were encountering, Murambi, an intense genocide memorial.  Many of the bodies are preserved with lime and are resting in the very buildings where they were killed.  Lying on what look like elevated beds without mattresses you move from room to room and building to building. The images and smell stick with you long after you leave the memorial. If you want to know more about it ask me. 

Yet you can only dwell on what you experienced for so long before you are herded to the next activity.  Tonight it was the Ministry of Defense who was hosting us in his conference auditorium for a lecture.  This man had a dynamic personality and laughed as we attempted to greet him with our limited Kinyarwanda vocabulary.  After the speech we were invited to a reception/happy hour in the lobby where we drank on empty stomachs and had an excellent time. 

After everyone was finished networking, we finally went to dinner to have a going away party for the Cal-Arts group.  Yet, it was hard for me to switch gears so quickly; in the morning we were remembering the dead but by evening celebrating the living and how the country has progressed.