There were dozens of children of Rwanda following us (my friend Andy, the priest of the local chuch who was performing as a guide that day, and me) along the trails between the small villages in the Lake Kivu area. It was Saturday and the children were not in school.
Since we left, a row of kids began to accumulate like an asteroid tail behind us. When some children got tired of walking (we walked for hours), they would say goodbye and go back home, but sooner or later they were replaced by other children from nearby villages. When kids saw us from the distance, from their houses in the middle of the fields, they began to run towards the path where we were walking, as if they had seen Santa Claus. At some point we had some 30 kids following us. Curiously, they all wore the same model of flip-flops or, otherwise, went barefoot.
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