Staying late in the shop that night cost Jean-Claude Amani his leg – but it may have saved his life. Then again, had he closed up a little sooner, maybe none of it would have happened at all.
It was about an hour after dusk, the end of the first working week of last month. The rain that had fallen earlier was clearing, although lightning still occasionally illuminated the outline of Mount Nyiragongo, the smouldering volcano that has long imperilled the millions living near its foothills in the east of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
