Tag: Helen Brown

Reunion in a guest house in Kabul. Four years later you give me an Afghan carpet. Hand made in Herat. Roll it out by the fern frost window and sip green tea and tell me of your daughters the Way These Times have foiled their paths to school. And now the year splutters through Buhare…

The church at Nyamata is now a Rwandan Genocide Memorial, commemorating the deaths of the 50,000 people laid to rest in its grounds. Tinder dry, the marram road uncoils, clings to his skin, stains his hands red. He walks through swarm dust clouds to Nyamata, where a church lies flat, symmetrical, its geometry exact. The…