I lived in DR of Congo in the sixties, during the Congo Revolution. Much has changed since. I only scored 57% on the Quiz, but I got out alive. Some parts of Africa are difficult places to live, for a Caucasian person, but it is a captivating continent of stark, mostly misunderstood extremes. I carried a firearm everywhere back then, for personal defence. I was shot at once, by poisoned arrows, which missed me but hit pretty close by. The chap who shot at me was also carrying an old flint lock rifle of Bedouin origin. It as not loaded. He was probably a Matutsi native, judging by his tribal scars.
