”They came for the money. One of the many luxuries a gun affords a young man in North Kivu is that of time; time to mooch about, time to ask questions, time to observe. That week, a group of armed men loosely affiliated to a group overheard, whilst loitering on the periphery of a village, no doubt hungry and unpaid, that her family had sold a cow. They watched, made casual enquiries - and they plotted.”
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