This past Sunday evening, we drove downtown for dinner in Finnish company. After the tasty Indian meal, we found that someone had kindly removed the side mirrors from our car. I suppose the demand for spare parts is rather high. This was the first time in Uganda that we suffered a theft without being given a theoretical chance to negotiate the extent of the losses in advance. Poor bastards… and I mean this quite literally. Knowing the basics of this culture, I’d say the thief almost certainly lives below the poverty line, quite possibly a child born to a "co-wife".

So yesterday Kaija phoned an acquaintance who works in the car part business. He seemed to have experience on this kind of thing: "The mirrors must be on the Thief's Market now. Let me go there and nick them back for you. Leave it to me". We're waiting to see what happens.

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