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i had been joking with an ICRC colleague who had been asking me the other day if the austrian red cross guest house in kadugli would have a "safe room". "no," i naively replied, " our safe is in the office." after a quizzical look, he explained what a safe room should be. "aha," i said, "you mean something like jodie foster's panic room? no, we've got nothing like it. and bearing in mind that the whole guest house is merely "thatched" with corrugated iron, i would very much doubt that the reinforcement of walls would suffice in this case..."

two weeks later, the trucks with seeds rolled into town and the bags had to go somewhere. here they are. at least in appearance, the guest house turned into a safe place. in case of gunfire, i could have published the bullet absorbtion qualities of peanuts and cowpeas...