"Elmore Leonard - pagan babies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Leonard Elmore)

"I think he means during the genocide time, when he's in the Hutu
militia and can kill anybody he wants to. I wasn't here or I think I
would be dead." Then Thomas said to Terry that day in the market,
"But you, Fatha, you were here, hmmm? In the church when they
come in there?"

"That was five years ago."

"Look," Thomas said, "the visionary is leaving. See how they all


have machetes? They like to do it again, kill the Tutsis they miss the
first time."

Terry watched the green shirt walking away.


Today he watched from the wicker chair, the green shirt on the
stick figure walking toward the road in the rain, still in the yard when

Terry called to him.
"Hey, Bernard?"
It stopped him.

"I have visions, too, man."


Francis Dunn heard from his brother no more than three or four
times a year. Fran would wire funds to the Banque Commerciale du
Rwanda, send a load of old clothes and T-shirts, a half-dozen rolls of
film, and a month or so later Terry would write to thank him. He'd
mention the weather, going into detail during the rainy season, and
that would be it. He never sent pictures. Fran said to his wife, Mary
Pat, "What's he do with all the film I send him?"

Mary Pat said, "He probably trades it for booze."

Terry hadn't said much about the situation over there since the
time of the genocide, when the ones in control then, the Hutus, closed
their borders and tried to wipe out the entire Tutsi population, murdering
as many as eight hundred thousand in a period of three
months: a full-scale attempt at genocide that barely made the six
o'clock news. Terry didn't say much about his work at the mission,
either, what he was actually doing. Fran liked to picture Terry in a
white cassock and sandals gathering children around him, happy little
native kids showing their white teeth.


Lately, Terry had opened up a little more, saying in a letter, "The