To examine something as horrible as genocide on the macro level requires a massive volume to do it any justice. Saving that, it's only in the individual experiences on the ground that one can hope to begin to understand how such things are perpetrated. When we meet a young man named Deogratias months after the Rwandan genocide he is wide-eyed, filthy, and an alcoholic. What brought him to his sad state? His face, his mind, and his story are an abyss, but one we may yet learn from. Will you look into it?