In Ethiopia “why?” is usually a rhetorical question. Several times a day, despite a continuing determination not to, I ask “why?” Why did the power just fail? Why did my patient at a local clinic get an injection into each buttock when they only had a cold? Why try to build an entire railway system in one go rather than do a kilometre at a time?

Here is a photograph of the most precious part of our apartment at the moment. It is a socket in the kitchen that the cooker is usually plugged into.