I wandered through Kigali at night. I brushed against those who live in the working-class districts of Nyamirambo and Nyabugogo. I observed the lights that illuminate the darkness, metaphors of a country emerging from darkness. The gleams in the half-light announce the day. I watched the cityscapes illuminated with a light bulb which constitute almost cinematographic narrations. The stories are in the hollow. We do not see them but they line the walls of buildings. The dead. Dark clarity contains all of humanity. The night is both an evocation of dreams and fears. It contains all the promises. Finally, on Rwanda the day rises.