Hutus and Tutsis are not tribes, but a complex mosaic of clans and castes united by language, religion, customs, and complexity of social ties and intermarriage. Some Hutus are tall and thin. Some Tutsis are short and stocky, with flat noses. Many Rwandans are something in between and it is impossible to identify their national or ethnic origin. Nowadays, using the terms "Hutu" and "Tutsi" in public places is considered extremely rude, the height of bad manners, in fact. "We are all Rwandans now" is an enforced official mantra, which is strictly followed. However, almost everyone knows which family a person is from — "victims" or "criminals." Rwanda before and after the genocide are two different countries. Modern Rwanda looks quite prosperous compared to neighboring countries. Having completely eradicated any discrimination and division by nationality, Rwanda is developing. Nature is actively taken care of here. Plastic bags are prohibited. Every last Saturday of the month, the entire population of the country have a clean-up day. In addition to the mother tongue, English and French are taught in schools in Rwanda. Naturally, people's memories of the genocide are still fresh, and it is difficult to understand how the victims live next to their former tormentors

Hutus and Tutsis are not tribes, but a complex mosaic of clans and castes united by language, religion, customs, and complexity of social ties and intermarriage. Some Hutus are tall and thin. Some Tutsis are short and stocky, with flat noses. Many Rwandans are something in between and it is impossible to identify their national or ethnic origin. Nowadays, using the terms "Hutu" and "Tutsi" in public places is considered extremely rude, the height of bad manners, in fact. "We are all Rwandans now" is an enforced official mantra, which is strictly followed. However, almost everyone knows which family a person is from — "victims" or "criminals." Rwanda before and after the genocide are two different countries. Modern Rwanda looks quite prosperous compared to neighboring countries. Having completely eradicated any discrimination and division by nationality, Rwanda is developing. Nature is actively taken care of here. Plastic bags are prohibited. Every last Saturday of the month, the entire population of the country have a clean-up day. In addition to the mother tongue, English and French are taught in schools in Rwanda. Naturally, people's memories of the genocide are still fresh, and it is difficult to understand how the victims live next to their former tormentors

Hutus and Tutsis are not tribes, but a complex mosaic of clans and castes united by language, religion, customs, and complexity of social ties and intermarriage. Some Hutus are tall and thin. Some Tutsis are short and stocky, with flat noses. Many Rwandans are something in between and it is impossible to identify their national or ethnic origin. Nowadays, using the terms "Hutu" and "Tutsi" in public places is considered extremely rude, the height of bad manners, in fact. "We are all Rwandans now" is an enforced official mantra, which is strictly followed. However, almost everyone knows which family a person is from — "victims" or "criminals." Rwanda before and after the genocide are two different countries. Modern Rwanda looks quite prosperous compared to neighboring countries. Having completely eradicated any discrimination and division by nationality, Rwanda is developing. Nature is actively taken care of here. Plastic bags are prohibited. Every last Saturday of the month, the entire population of the country have a clean-up day. In addition to the mother tongue, English and French are taught in schools in Rwanda. Naturally, people's memories of the genocide are still fresh, and it is difficult to understand how the victims live next to their former tormentors

Хуту и тутси — это не племена, а сложная мозаика кланов, каст и родов, объединённых языком, религией и обычаями, с большим количеством социальных связей и смешанных браков. Некоторые хуту высокие и худощавые. Некоторые тутси невысокие и коренастые, с плоскими носами. Многие руандийцы — нечто среднее и отличить не представляется возможным. В наши дни использовать в общественных местах термины «хуту» и «тутси» считается грубым и даже преступным. «Теперь мы все руандийцы» — это строго соблюдаемая официальная мантра. Однако практически все знают, из какой семьи человек — «жертвы» или «преступники». многое. Руанда до геноцида и после — две разных страны. Современная Руанда по сравнению с соседними странами выглядит вполне преуспевающей. Полностью искоренив любую дискриминацию и разделение по национальностям, Руанда развивается. Здесь активно заботятся природе. Запрещены пластиковые пакеты. Каждую последнюю субботу месяца всё население страны выходит на субботник. В школах Руанды, кроме родного языка, преподают английский и французский. Естественно, память людей о геноциде еще свежа и сложно понять то, как жертвы живут рядом с бывшими мучителями

Hutus and Tutsis are not tribes, but a complex mosaic of clans and castes united by language, religion, customs, and complexity of social ties and intermarriage. Some Hutus are tall and thin. Some Tutsis are short and stocky, with flat noses. Many Rwandans are something in between and it is impossible to identify their national or ethnic origin. Nowadays, using the terms "Hutu" and "Tutsi" in public places is considered extremely rude, the height of bad manners, in fact. "We are all Rwandans now" is an enforced official mantra, which is strictly followed. However, almost everyone knows which family a person is from — "victims" or "criminals." Rwanda before and after the genocide are two different countries. Modern Rwanda looks quite prosperous compared to neighboring countries. Having completely eradicated any discrimination and division by nationality, Rwanda is developing. Nature is actively taken care of here. Plastic bags are prohibited. Every last Saturday of the month, the entire population of the country have a clean-up day. In addition to the mother tongue, English and French are taught in schools in Rwanda. Naturally, people's memories of the genocide are still fresh, and it is difficult to understand how the victims live next to their former tormentors

I arrive at the Kigali bus station in advance, 1 hour and 20 minutes before departure, go to the office of the bus company and show the ticket. The employee looks at me with his mouth hanging open and calls somewhere.... then with his eyes popping out, grabs my suitcase and runs outside. I follow him, of course. He catches a motorbike taxi and shoves me into the backseat, put my suitcase on top of my head, and the chase is on! What the fuck, I think, but go with the flow. After 15 minutes of racing through the green hills of Africa, we cut off the bus and it stops. The conductor calmly gets out and asks for my tickets, then everything is as usual... they load the luggage onto the bus, show me my place and we move on… After about 5 minutes, though, another motorbike cut us off and, in the same manner, the sweetest (and most fucked up) Japanese tourist becomes my fellow traveler… I have just one question: Is that the way it is supposed to be?

I arrive at the Kigali bus station in advance, 1 hour and 20 minutes before departure, go to the office of the bus company and show the ticket. The employee looks at me with his mouth hanging open and calls somewhere.... then with his eyes popping out, grabs my suitcase and runs outside. I follow him, of course. He catches a motorbike taxi and shoves me into the backseat, put my suitcase on top of my head, and the chase is on! What the fuck, I think, but go with the flow. After 15 minutes of racing through the green hills of Africa, we cut off the bus and it stops. The conductor calmly gets out and asks for my tickets, then everything is as usual... they load the luggage onto the bus, show me my place and we move on… After about 5 minutes, though, another motorbike cut us off and, in the same manner, the sweetest (and most fucked up) Japanese tourist becomes my fellow traveler… I have just one question: Is that the way it is supposed to be?

I arrive at the Kigali bus station in advance, 1 hour and 20 minutes before departure, go to the office of the bus company and show the ticket. The employee looks at me with his mouth hanging open and calls somewhere.... then with his eyes popping out, grabs my suitcase and runs outside. I follow him, of course. He catches a motorbike taxi and shoves me into the backseat, put my suitcase on top of my head, and the chase is on! What the fuck, I think, but go with the flow. After 15 minutes of racing through the green hills of Africa, we cut off the bus and it stops. The conductor calmly gets out and asks for my tickets, then everything is as usual... they load the luggage onto the bus, show me my place and we move on… After about 5 minutes, though, another motorbike cut us off and, in the same manner, the sweetest (and most fucked up) Japanese tourist becomes my fellow traveler… I have just one question: Is that the way it is supposed to be?

I arrive at the Kigali bus station in advance, 1 hour and 20 minutes before departure, go to the office of the bus company and show the ticket. The employee looks at me with his mouth hanging open and calls somewhere.... then with his eyes popping out, grabs my suitcase and runs outside. I follow him, of course. He catches a motorbike taxi and shoves me into the backseat, put my suitcase on top of my head, and the chase is on! What the fuck, I think, but go with the flow. After 15 minutes of racing through the green hills of Africa, we cut off the bus and it stops. The conductor calmly gets out and asks for my tickets, then everything is as usual... they load the luggage onto the bus, show me my place and we move on… After about 5 minutes, though, another motorbike cut us off and, in the same manner, the sweetest (and most fucked up) Japanese tourist becomes my fellow traveler… I have just one question: Is that the way it is supposed to be?

I arrive at the Kigali bus station in advance, 1 hour and 20 minutes before departure, go to the office of the bus company and show the ticket. The employee looks at me with his mouth hanging open and calls somewhere.... then with his eyes popping out, grabs my suitcase and runs outside. I follow him, of course. He catches a motorbike taxi and shoves me into the backseat, put my suitcase on top of my head, and the chase is on! What the fuck, I think, but go with the flow. After 15 minutes of racing through the green hills of Africa, we cut off the bus and it stops. The conductor calmly gets out and asks for my tickets, then everything is as usual... they load the luggage onto the bus, show me my place and we move on… After about 5 minutes, though, another motorbike cut us off and, in the same manner, the sweetest (and most fucked up) Japanese tourist becomes my fellow traveler… I have just one question: Is that the way it is supposed to be?