i'm following the escape route i took back in 1994 from kigali to gisenyi. i'm hom e! know the funny thing? when we landed, the smell and obviously the humidity, which i love, the humidity, i really felt like i was in africa. it's just a different smell. but i'm apprehensive, i guess. what to expect from the stories, from my own feelings? because i'm not going to shy away from it. it is part of what we are here to do. it is part of my story. 30 years in the making. i'm finally home. as i start myjourney, i'm reminded that this is the place where, all those years ago, the plane carrying the then hutu president of rwanda, juvenal habyarimana, was shot down. a moment in time said to have been the ignition of the 1994 genocide. i vividly remember that day. it was the day before we were meant to return to school after our easter holidays. from the second it was known the plane had been shot down, a cacophony of gunfire and bombs started. explosion, gunfire rwandans are made of three ethnic groups — the hutus, the tutsi, the twa. for hundreds of years, the hutus, tutsis and