Going in to school one morning, the door of number 53 was open. Ibrahim is a percussionist at the school, and this is his home. The ground was strewn with what looked like green leaves, and his entire family was busy at work stripping the leaves from the stalks. These were then destined to become the skewers on which the kebabs were to be cooked.
The lady of the house beckoned me in, offering refreshment – but sadly I had to decline, on account of an impending rehearsal – but the welcome one receives here is very touching…