Return to Kampala
"At the foot of the steps leading to the cavern I stood transfixed in the windowless darkness, like a blind man feeling his own presence only by hot breath in his darkened room. A torch lit runnels of dried blood and a door, said to lead through a tunnel to Amin's lodge up above in the clean air of Kampala....At its front door, as at the gates of other places like this in Uganda, there were piles of papers and books and lists of names of human beings no longer alive. Ledgers of death; the column on the right stated thier crime.
'Not specified,not specified,not specified...'...
Stacks of 'employees' identity' cards...Those haunting faces can never be forgotten, the evidence of missing persons like...another time, another place Auschwitz."
taken from ...
Smith, George Iran. Ghosts of Kampala: The Rise and Fall of Idi Amin. New York: St. Martin's Press, 1980.
