'The horror, the horror'

Yesterday, I read an article in the paper about sexual violence against women in the East of Congo. It was an interview with a woman (Lisa Jackson) who went to Congo to make a documentary about this war tactic. Her film, 'The Greatest Silence: Rape in the Congo' will be out soon. But I doubt I'll have the courage to go and see it. For the first time in my life, a newspaper story about something happening at the other side of the world, made me cry. Not tears welling in my eyes, but really cry. It was so horrible that I just sat there at my kitchen table and cried. Even now, the story kept popping up in my head over and over again; I nearly started crying in a shop yesterday. One story in particular, about a mother who had to witness the killing of the child she was wearing on her back, completely devastated me.
I mustadmit that since I am a mother myself, stories involving children easily get to me. Even silly weekend movies on tv can make me sob. But never like this, never like this story about a mother carrying her baby on her back.