The strange thing is that it reminds me so much of Ghana, where my best friend got burglarized three times by a thief who drank her milk but not the gin and we knew who it was and could see his house just behind her back yard, but he was never caught. In the time my friend was his neighbour he didn’t only improve his nutrition (by drinking her milk), but was also able to put a new tin roof on his an extension to his mud hut…

Through our police friends and our rough neighborhood friends here we have a pretty good idea who our thief is and he can look into our house from his mom’s balcony – but, alas, we can’t prove it.