They killed them with machetes and big clubs as if they were snakes. They beat them to death. I remember how they killed my uncles. They were coming back from a burial. They were attacked by the killers and did not try to resist them. They were killed immediately. I was a lucky woman to escape with my four children the hill of Kiyabu. We went then to Muriza, but even there people were being killed. We went to the bush. But we were afraid. It was cold. We were hungry.

I was like a madwoman. You see it's very hard to run with children. They were crying and scared. This is something which can easily break a parent's heart. We had no food. We use to eat grass from the river's edge. I would prepare it as if it was a vegetable.

Eventually I decided to go to that house. I did not know who lived inside: someone who could help us or kill us. I felt I had no choice. I entered the house and found that man.

Pascal: "Please help me," she asked me, "It took me days to reach your house."

Caritas: "I know you might kill me," I told him, "But we are tired, hungry and have nowhere to go."

"Why should I kill you?" He answered.

Pascal: I felt compassion for her and asked my wife to take care of her. Before coming to the door, she spent some days hiding in the back of my plantation. Of course, I wasn't aware of that. She and the children had no food at all. They were just eating mud from a stream. My wife quickly cooked the only plantains remaining and offered them something to drink.

All I had to do was to ensure that the area was safe. So that no one would come by and kill them. The killers were all over the place, looking for Tutsi to kill. They were like beasts. You couldn't recognize them. Their eyes were bloodshot. You couldn't tell them apart from animals.

Caritas: I felt safe with Pascal and his wife. "Should we stay here?" I asked. "No, you can't," he answered. "The killers could find you here. You see, we are close to the road."