Blog l Five lives in Mugunga

In the I block the wind Mugunga but you have not fly kites. The Patrick, at least not get seen in the gray sky. Probably not rise ever. Because of a congenital malformation of four years this child has no limbs, hands and feet missing. not play with the others. Only cries. "He's losing mobility and increasingly looks less" says his mother. The tent in which he lives, the 48, not very different from the 65's in each of the 90 blocks Mugunga. It looks like a maze. It is the largest refugee camp around Congo. In this black stone weir malviven around 60,000 people. Rwandan or Congolese, shrapnel forced to leave their clay huts in the forest and settle in other plastic, not much safer. War after war have been adding thousands to the city of infamy. And since the Rwandan genocide of 94, which filled the region of armed groups, have been many. "From the other side of the field Congolese troops sometimes fire missiles impact between the stores," explains Leontine, one of those responsible for managing the camp and a member of the NGO Premier Urgence. We tour guide in block one. Work in this tinderbox of human misery for three years and is known by heart the history of each family.every face is a story of what war is leaving. Paul (shop 24) took the field in 1997 after a bullet traversed the leg. The last war in which he fought this former soldier of 92 years was against the troops of the dictator Mubutu. He survived the war, but it took her ten children and his wife. orphan left him two square meters of plastic and sadness. Living Dead. now barely moves because the soil is sharp lava. As the oldest of the block, all the neighbors will see the wise survivor when the going gets tough. "It's the one that gives advice about going to ask her opinion, others will see it just for the pleasure of speaking with him," says our guide. Here are mostly Hutu Rwandans, some carry in the field since 1994, and have been mixing with Congolese Hutus. As the two speak Swahili and Kinyarwanda, is difficult to ascertain their origin. - What advice would you give to your neighbors, Paul? - "I advise always having a good cohabitation. There should be no ethnic conflict. 've already lost too much and now we live with." Joseph War is repeated every day over and over again. It kicks the confines of the field in search of a crust to give their children. Their menu itself is reduced to a piece of bread. Hopefully it daily, but when there is no distribution of humanitarian aid, it has to settle for drinking water. Joseph has seven children, two of whom are disabled. In 2009 all left the village to escape the bombs. They attacked day and night. Although now that they have become the fighting between government forces and rebels of the M23 in this field not feel safe. "Here at least there are NGOs that help us eat," he says. - Do you know why this war started? Clearly understand it, because it answers the question. "We were asked if we had money and kill us. 's why I decided to run away, now here we can not sleep, no stability." A Antonia preventing sleep is fierce hunger. The greatest feast that has occurred in your life comes down to a couple of potatoes and beans. Is 45 years, five children and a bullet embedded in his soul forever. The shot tore the leg. The drugs he took when he was shot an allergic reaction caused him and his body full of big lumps. As if life had not been primed with it enough. "Sometimes I have so hungry I can not sleep," he says. The choking dust that I block neighbors from seeing comets in the sky.Outside the hut, a child tries to raise his. Fight against the wind. As Antonia, Paul, Joseph and Patrick. We teach Antonia the pictures I've done. For the first time his stare turns into a blushing smile. The first in a while.