In Nyamata, we had long accepted that our deliverance would be death. We had lived in expectation of its approach, always on the lookout for its approach, inventing and reinventing ways to escape it in spite of everything. Until the next time when it would be even closer, when it would take away neighbors, classmates, brothers, a son. And mothers trembled with anguish as they gave birth to a boy who would become an Inyenzi who could be humiliated, hunted down, and murdered with impunity. In retracing her story, Scholastique Mukasonga erects a paper tomb for the Tutsi victims of racial hatred. The essential testimony of a survivor of forty years of persecution in Rwanda.