'How old are you?'
'Forty four.'
'Were you in Rwanda in 1994?'
'Yes.'
'Were you a member of Interahamwe?'
'It was a long time ago.'
'I will ask again, I hissed in his ear. Were you a member of Interahamwe?'
He looked up to me. His breath smelled terrible. I almost felt nauseous. 'Yes, I was there and I was killing Tutsi cockroaches. They deserved to die.'
