I flew in last night to a nice warm climate not unlike the one I left. There was a strange smell of campfires everywhere at night and it is surprisingly dark for a city of a million people.

This morning we went to the Genocide Museum in Kigali. The stories of the murders of children were heartbreaking and the number of orphans is staggering. The gardens hold the remains of some 290,000 people in mass graves. The guide did not need to tell me we were at the site of the mass graves. I got head to toe goosebumps that told me I was there. They have started to put the names of the dead on a memorial wall. One girl's name on the wall had a first name of Innocent.