PRISON CONGO (11)

Postcards from hell

  A long dark corridor.. Smell of burnt oil, urine, smoke, staleness that smelled like death. The army, police, weapons, one crucifix and a single verse, guarded the entrance to the Central Prison of Congo. We were welcomed by general Dioub, head of prisoners and even more than that, one of the commanders of the Interahamwe, the notorious Hutu ...

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