Dealing with a part of my positionality through the politics of love. Allow me to tell you a story. A very personal one. One which has, nothing, and everything to do with the purpose of this project. A story that happens to explain, and perhaps justify, why I ended up doing anthropological research in the Eastern provinces of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. I often catch myself asking: why do I have such a strong curiosity? Interest? Tendency? Fascination? Affination?