Long time no written.
We're still very busy getting settled in, it ain't that easy. Just to get a SIM card for a mobile phone, it either takes ages and contacts, or 100USD on the black market. Bu we have the roof over our head, and it is more and more starting to feel like home. Buying the little things to get comfy, though most important to us now is getting transportation sorted out and the Volens office here so I'll have easier acces to internet and phone.

For transportation, we're looking for a small second hand car, like a Nissan or so, which will set us back about 2000 to 3000 USD, but another organisation has motorbikes which were just standing (lying exactly) about, needed to be repaired but seems that has been finished today. So hopefully tomorrow I will have some wheels under me!

It definitely takes adjusting though, especially the inflation rates. In the time we've been here, the value (if you can still speak of value), has tripled! and then they worry in Belgium about 5% inflation, here in three weeks it went up 300%... So each time you change money, you wonder how much will I spend in the next two or three days, and each time you spend it, you worry, will the price still be the same in a week, in three days or even tomorrow. Cause it gets cheaper as the day goes by, unless they uppen the price again. Very fascinating dynamics, but also very exhausting to be in. A week ago, some women came at the door and wanted to sell eggs... but not for money though, they wanted any old clothes or curtains or sheets, cause it's better to trade and to buy. So we gave them some disgusting old curtains that had been in the house and got two dozen eggs. She left gleaming and saying that she would finally have something to sleep under. Sad stories sometimes...

I went to a meeting with grannies, women taking care of orphans (usually but not always their grandchildren), and when I came in, they were just reviewing a funeral that had been held the day before and congratulating how everyone had chipped in, giving a bit of fuel for the carriage, and even somebody donating their wardrobe... to make the coffin. May you live interesting times ;-)