Congo reminds me of a river. Which is probably not the greatest metaphor since Congo is also actually a river. But I mean the country. Not that I am really in any way qualified to talk about what Congo is or isn't. Nevertheless, I know that rivers are never what they seem. There are currents and eddies, and it flows at different speeds, around rocks, at the edges, in the middle. If one navigates a river, one should be on constant watch, reading the currents, scanning for hidden rocks, maneuvering for the best, safest route. A river can be calm and beautiful, but just around the next turn it can be a raging torrent, terrifying and deadly. A river can pull you under and snatch your life in a second, or it can sustain you, quench your thirst, soothe your soul.