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Haircuts, Diesel, and Burgers

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By Eugene and Katrina,* RMM workers in North Africa

Eugene and Katrina and their two children traveled to North Africa in January of this year. To learn more about their story, read their introduction here.


We arrived in our new town three weeks ago, dragging through the terminal to get outside with two sleepy kids after an overnight flight, a stroller, car seat, and five bags. What a relief to be met by our friendly teammate with a car! Thanks for your prayers!

A few days after our arrival our teammates took us out for burgers. They were good but aren’t most burgers? Then we went to the local store and there was mixed turkey and beef burger for a great price so we got two kilos. When we got home and cooked it we discovered the flavoring pre-mixed in was cumin and cinnamon, not exactly our first choice for burgers and spaghetti! About a week into being here, Eugene drove our car for the first time that another couple so kindly gave to us. It’s our first diesel, and has a nice habit of starting about the fifth time around, while the local neighborhood men stare. The second week here, Eugene’s hair was getting desperate for a cut. So he headed to the barber shop a few doors down from our apartment, and used sign language to try to communicate what he wanted done, hoping for the best. Well, it does look different than normal but not bad!

“So we have been getting to know the city by riding the bus, walking, and driving... meeting new friends at the park and trying a little language when we can.”So far our life here has been far from routine or scheduled. We started language tutoring in the afternoons the second week here, and the third week was school vacation so our teacher could not work because she needed to care for her child. So we have been getting to know the city by riding the bus, walking (sometimes three hours!), and driving; figuring out where to get groceries, which little shop to get this or that, meeting new friends at the park and trying a little language when we can, looking for a permanent apartment. This means waiting for the “realtor” to contact our teammate who contacts us and takes us to the apartment, where we wait five to thirty minutes for the owner to show up and unlock the door. No newspaper or online ads to look at, just one man to find places for us. To summarize, our daily grind is far different than before and this makes us homesick for the old “normal.” We yearn to get settled into a place to call home and make it feel like ours. We are praying for local friends and relationships and finding our new “normal.”

Please pray for this family as they continue searching for a house and settling in to their new lives. Thank God for his provision of health, a good language tutor, and good connections with the rest of their team.


* Names changed for security