Mar 23, 2010 Posted by Janice Kamenir-Reznik
I returned home less than 40 hours ago. Images of Congo are still fresh in my mind: the children slaving in the Bunia goldmine, the rape victim who told us how her captors held her down in the field by driving a stake through her foot. I am driving to Wildwood school to report on our trip and our work. I am still jetlagged; still, in many ways, dazed from the dramatic contrast between my life and theirs. The images in my mind dance back and forth between the various people we met and the stories they told us.