When I was seven years old, we had to flee [the Democratic Republic of the] Congo. We went to live in Zambia. It was a very long trip. We first took a bus but then had to leave the bus and walk for many, many days. When we arrived in Zambia, there were no [refugee] camps, so we had to live on the street. My brothers and I were not allowed to go to school because we were foreigners. I played with friends all day until we came to America. Now I can go to school. This country is good.

Diana Ingabire, age 15