Her sister clarified, No, no I swear they said he is just as he was just that...the rocket hit his head Sister, his face has no features Everything is whole apart from his head I mean Keep another, better memory of him He certainly would not have wanted you to see him like this.

Now I make a daily pilgrimage to visit a particular weeping willow by the Seine, and I hunger for the green fields in the bush outside Bukavu.