The family who sheltered me was, by any measure, participating in genocide: they were killing Tutsi every day. They were also, in their own logic, maintaining a family, going to work, returning home, sitting down to eat. These things coexisted
In the ruins of the 1994 genocide against the Tutsi, Nelson Gashagaza survived by becoming someone else’s child. In this two-part series as Rwanda commemorates Kwibuka32, he tells a personal story on a performed kinship, ordinary horror and the meaning of belonging