Her hands still black with dirt, Hamida Fourah hurries towards the east.
Frightened by the continuous bombings and the crackling of bullets, she left her field, abandoning her cassava harvest.
“
I am with my son but I don’t know where my husband and my other children are
,” says the young woman, whose curved stomach reveals an advanced pregnancy.
This is now the third time that we have fled from the advance of the M23, we are tired.
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Between Sake and Goma, Nationale 2 looks like an endless line drawn with a ruler.
On this strip of asphalt separating the lake from the Nyiragongo volcano overlooking the capital of North Kivu, a human column stretches for more than ten kilometers.
Packaged in colorful fabrics, huge bundles are carried around by residents.
They hastily take away some personal effects: clothes, kitchen equipment or a bag of flour.
On the roofs of minibuses or stacked on the backs of motorbikes threatening to overturn…
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