“Dalramy looked at the indentation around his third finger where he’d just removed his son’s ring. There was a quick glint of sunlight on the blade of the homemade ax, and Dalramy squeezed his eyes tight against the blow. The blade slammed through the bones of his arm just above the wrist. The hand came off with one clean chop….” The book is filled with stories similar to Dalramy making it sometimes difficult to read because of the intense imagery used to describe the painful experiences many villagers underwent. Prior, to reading Blood Diamonds my understanding of the illegal diamond trade/smuggling was very limited to the Oscar-nominated movie Blood Diamonds that speaks of the tale of a white South African mercenary and a black Mende village
