Today I go with one of the nurses, Raphael, and his team to Bugari where MSF provides food for malnourished children twice a week. Although Bugari is only about 15km away from Masisi, it's too far for people to come to get food. For the last three weeks Raphael and his team have been coming here and giving food to malnourished children under 5 and their families. When we arrive the mamas are already lining up with their kids, waiting to be seen by the MSF team.
When the centre gets a bit quieter, Raphael and I take a walk down the hill to a neighbouring village. When Raphael came here last week the village was deserted, all its inhabitants had fled and were living in the bush. Some of them came back during the day to cook and for the children to go to school, but at night they all felt safer sleeping in the bush. Three days ago they all returned. I struggle to understand our colleague Jerome's explanations as to why this village fled whereas the one ten minute's walk away did not, and why they have now come back. As he points out which hills are controlled by which groups and explains recent troop movements and developments in the conflict, I realize that perhaps I will never understand. After all, how could I?