Told in Josephine’s own words
“My husband and I heard a man knock on the door. The door was largely open. Soldiers were emerging inside the house; we made a loud noise and asked rescue to anyone who could hear us.
“I started to cry, and my husband cried too. I could not imagine that death entered my life. I trembled like a sheet of paper. The soldiers asked us for money. My husband gave all that we had. Before they wanted to leave, the commander had already torn my clothes.
“That night, because I am a woman who is now known by several men, I lost my husband too. Many do not want to associate any more with me because I do not *smell well. I do not know how to join together a little money to request a surgical operation. I must forget and forgive my torturers and look at the future in front of me.”
* Because of the fistula—created when she was raped, Josephine’s bladder leaks like a sieve.
