Last Saturday, the airport Melchior Ndadaye stopped being a transit place. It became a sanctuary. The tarmac turned into a carpet of honor. And the sky, above Bujumbura, held its breath. For it was not a flight like the others that landed. It was the return. The return of ours.
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Last Saturday, the airport Melchior Ndadaye stopped being a transit place. It became a sanctuary. The tarmac turned into a carpet of honor. And the sky, above Bujumbura, held its breath. For it was not a flight like the others that landed. It was the return. The return of ours.