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    3.56, 3.57. Ah, 3.58 , I was mumbling to myself as I was passing the offices.
    Shortly after I knocked at the closed door , I heard some movements coming from the inside. After waiting a few minutes I knocked again.
    “Yes, please come in ,” a female voice commanded.
    I stepped into a typical office room. Looking straight ahead a blond middle aged lady was standing up from behind her desk reaching her hand out to me.
    “Patrick, I assume,” she said in a friendly manner.
    “Yes, hello. I was expecting Ms. M’Beka ,” I replied confused.
    “I am Ms. M’Beka. Surprised I'm white? ” she smiled at me giving me the impression that this was not the first time she was being mistaken for her skin color.
    I had to think quick. Sure I thought she wouldn't be what she is. Well not with that name.
    “No, no, not at all. I thought you were younger,” you old charmer did it again , I thought to myself.
    “Good way of saving yourself ,” she laughed.
    “Grab your back pack and follow me. I'll drive you around the city and bring you to your apartment. I don’t have a lot scheduled today, so I have time,” she offered.
    As we were driving through the city Ms. M’Beka was acting as a tour guide. Her mouth was moving but I didn't hear a word she said. All I could concentrate on was that last phone call I had with Loretta.
    “Over here you can see the President’s palace,” she said.
    “Well, I believe that's all I can show you. Do you need to get a sim card for your mobile? ,” she asked.
    After hearing the word “mobile” I was suddenly completely alert.
    “Mobile? Yes, that would be great,” I responded excited.
    “OK. Let me first show you your apartment and then I'll drop you off at the phone store in downtown ,” she explained.
    “Great, thank you .”
    I wasn't interested in my apartment. I only wanted to get to that phone store as soon as possible. We drove for another ten minutes through the city getting closer to a residential area. The houses were surrounded by high fences. Some with barbed wire at the top, the others with signs that the fence is electrically charged. “Even though South Africa is one of the safest countries in Africa there is still a lot of criminal activity,” Ms. M’Beka explained, pointing at the buildings.
    After passing row after row of private Fort Knox's , the car stopped in front of a locked gate.
    “Here we are. Your new home ,” she smiled at me.
    An elderly man opened the gate as we were getting out of the car.
    “Greetings!” the tall man said, “I hope you had a nice trip!”
    His slim fingers wrapped around my hand shaking it heavily. His hands felt rough and dry.
    “You must be tired. Your roommate moved in a couple of days ago” he instructed me.
    “Roommate? ,” I asked in surprise.
    “I didn't know I had one ,” I asked my new Boss Ms. M’Beka.
    “Oh, I thought you knew ,” she defended herself.
    “He's a nice guy. You'll like him. He just started the internship as well ,” she explained.
    The sun was being reflected by the metal roof of my new pad. It must have previously been a garage, based on its architecture. As the door opened, two dogs emerged from the inside.
    “Hey girls ,” the man smiled bending down to stroke their heads.
    “This is Donna and Rachel ,” he introduced me.
    “By the way, I'm Max ,” he said as the dogs were jumping up at him.
    “I hope you like dogs ,” he continued.
    “Yes, I have one myself. A springer spaniel ,” I responded. “Lovely dogs,” he remarked.
    “But I had Shepard dogs all my life so I stick to that breed ,” he explained.
    His voice was filled with passion as he talked about his dogs. “Drop your bags and let us go to your phone shop ,” Ms. M’Beka demanded pleasantly.
    “I have to get back to the station ,” she added.
    “Sure ,” I replied leaving my suitcase just inside the door of my new apartment.
    As we got back into the car my thoughts about Loretta came back to me.