On the northern shores of Lake Tanganyika, in the tiny Central African republic of Burundi, hundreds of bodies lie in tangled clusters, rotting in the sun. To the south and west, the rolling countryside is half-blackened by fire. In one mountain village, Rotoru, only five people are still alive; an army patrol shot down the women and children and pushed the men over a cliff. In the northern part of the country, a white schoolteacher remarks that he is reluctant to turn his back on his classes to write on the blackboard "because I'm afraid that somebody will be...
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