Day 18 & 19: Coming Full Circle and the Long Road Home
Last two days. Day 18 was our final full day in Rwanda — revisiting memorials, witnessing something I'll carry for a long time. Day 19 was the long way home.
Day 18: Genocide Memorials Revisited
Spent the day at several genocide memorial sites, some we'd visited earlier and some new. A sense of coming full circle — back to the kinds of sites we'd started with in Kigali, but now carrying nearly three weeks of context, conversation, and experience. Different weight this time.
One of the most significant stops was the ETO school — the Ecole Technique Officielle, a former UN base. When the killing began in April 1994, thousands of Rwandans fled to the compound seeking protection from the Belgian peacekeepers stationed there. For a short time, they had it. Then the UN forces withdrew. The refugees were left exposed. They were massacred. It is one of the most thoroughly documented failures of the international response — the UN's decision to pull back rather than protect — and standing in the place where it happened makes that failure concrete in a way that no document does.
The school buildings are still there. You can walk through them. The rooms where people sheltered, the grounds where they gathered, the gates the UN vehicles drove through when they left. Our guide walked us through the timeline. The silence in our group was heavy and stayed that way.
20th-Anniversary Observances
Because the trip coincided with the 20th anniversary, memorial observances were happening across the country throughout our visit. On this final day we witnessed local ceremonies — among the most powerful things I experienced on the entire trip. Watching people come together to remember and grieve, twenty years on. Not tourists. The country, doing what it does every year.
Before leaving, we were able to obtain some of the 20th-anniversary banners that had been displayed around the country. Felt like something worth holding on to.
Day 19: The Long Road Home
About 20 hours of travel back to the United States. Not much to say about the flights themselves. Long. Stared out the window. Slept when I could.
The transition from being in Rwanda to being home was disorienting. You come from a place where the genocide is present in every conversation, every memorial, every landscape — and land somewhere most people have never thought about it at all. That gap is hard to process. Was still processing it weeks later.
Home now. Trip is over. Very glad I went.