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Having arrived in the city only a few hours earlier, we step out of our Lutheran hostel to gather some sense of place. We stumble upon a choir practising in a church car park and sit on the pavement opposite to listen and rest, still acclimatising to the humid intimacy of the East African air. Darkness creeps in and tries in vain to subdue the animation of the city. The choir laugh and sing in Swahili, accompanied by the evening birdsong, cicadas and traffic. An apt welcome to this 'House of Peace'.
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