I notice how the kids seem to be looking after each other. This makes me think that, to their young eyes, the
adult world has gone mad. These children were part of a small refugee camp for children run by a single
French nurse and several volunteer assistants. There were probably 1,200 parentless children in the camp.
Weekly, the UNHCR would roll into the camp with a truck filled with parents looking for their missing children.
Half of the kids would run up into the woods and hide, the instinct to escape the genocide greater than their
desire to be reunited with their family.
photographs by Lee Cantelon, c. 1994
lens: Nikkor 35mm, 1.4
film: Ilford FP4