We are together: How a refugee’s story helped me write my own
I’ve only seen the film Hotel Rwanda twice.
The first time, I was alone on my parents’ couch in small-town Oklahoma. I tend to want to be emotionally prepared for heavy films with difficult subject matter, but when do you ever feel prepared enough to bear witness to such a magnitude of senseless violence and tragedy as what happened in Rwanda?
The answer is never, so I finally just took a deep breath and hit play.
Continue reading at Kiva's Medium page -->>