Fool Him Once...

on sunday, i was supposed to be making dinner - chicken alfredo (i have never made this before but i am craving it like crazy). instead i found myself on the couch, icing my knee and watching 60 minutes. a piece about a survivor of the rwandan genocide. how she survived? she and 6 other women were crammed into the toilet of a local reverend. a tiny room that they fit into by piling themselves on top of each other. for close to 90 days. a room where they could only flush the toilet if someone else in the house was flushing the toilet (the reverend was the only one in on their secret, apparently). a room where they lived without ever bathing or changing their clothing. a room from which they could hear their fellow countrymen searching for them so they could cut them up with machetes.

but that wasn't even the interesting part of this piece. 60 minutes interviewed one of the survivor's neighbours. seems he served 11 years for killing six people (i need to put his lawyer in my cellphone. the guy is cheap AND effective). and so they asked him - how did you kill the people that you killed?
very matter of fact, he tells us how many he killed with his machete and how many with his studded club.
then the question - why?
again, as though it all makes sense - they promised us land and sugarcane (or something equally offer you can't refusable).
then he adds.
but we never got the land.
i think he is a little bitter about the short end of the stick that he got.
i'm thinking that if they ask him to do the whole killing spree again in the future, he'll make sure he gets his land and sugarcane upfront.