We visit a clinic and are approached and escorted through by a good looking young man who acts as our guide. The fact that he's wearing army boots suggests that his interest in what we see and who we talk to is not casual. Rita takes us through a child health clinic, a pediatric clinic and a maternity ward. All are fairly rudimentary, but clean. Concrete floors are swept regularly.
Flies are everywhere, of course.
They've had a problem here with a discrepancy between the numbers of deaths reported and the number of corpses buried. It's another way to jigger the numbers, as I get it, but I can't figure out how that works to their benefit. Many of the nurse-midwives and assistants at this clinic are Kenyan and Tanzanian women. A measure of the paranoia and distrust is that a big security problem developed earlier when some spread it around that these women were part of a conspiracy to kill the children and wipe out the Hutu. Finally, when we're about the head out of this camp, I get the opening I've been waiting for when our guide on the motorcycle asks if anyone wants to ride with him.