At the hospital entrance, Deogratias Hdatashye, a thin boy of about 11, sits moaning in pain on a bench, his knees drawn up. He has machete wounds on the right side of his head and a deep gash on the back of his neck. Both Hutus and Tutsis have come here in search of safety. No one has been fully spared. Across the way, about 8,000 Tutsi refugees cram into the muddy yard of one of the seminary buildings.
Families huddle around wood fires.
They lack even the most meager assistance. Knots of people cluster around visiting aid workers, desperation in their eyes and expressions. In broken English, he says he came to the camp from a suburb of Kigali on April 22, by way of another churchyard, and has nothing left. A young woman with chapped, light-brown skin, who identifies herself only as Beatrice, says many people have died from hunger at the camp. In nearby Gitarama, a soccer stadium holds about 5,000 people, mostly Hutus from Kigali's middle class.