"And what are we armed with? Aren’t these guns?" the soldiers asked.

"It’s not you we were scared of," they replied. "We were afraid of the Hutu, because they wanted to harm our Tutsi children."

The soldiers told them to go and look for food and to fetch water. They are going to be safe now. During the night, I didn’t stayed at home. I felt safer with the soldiers

After some days, the commandant told me to rejoin my family. There was no risk now. "We will come with you to your place," he said. "The Hutu who will remain there are OK. But anyone who attempts to get away when he sees us will be a suspect. We will then open fire." Indeed, in my village, many Hutu stayed at home. Soldiers came to oversee the situation. Things started to return to normal.

Around here, anytime soldiers arrived to an area, the killers just disappeared. But one Hutu who protected my family was frightened when he saw the soldiers. I told to him, just as I said to everyone else, not to be afraid. "Soldiers don’t kill. It’s the civilians who kill. The soldiers just bring back security."

When Pamphile and other Hutu arrived, I saved them. I knew that not every Hutu participated in the killings. I hid some in my house, others outside. They were so many of them. The soldiers were able to establish who were killers, and who weren't. The guilty ones were obvious, because as soon as they saw soldiers, they ran away.