My children has lately been wondering how our two maids live. Albin has for instance asked how there shower looks, and failed to understand that they haven´t got one. Then how do you bath? How does the kitchen look? They have been with us out to the village befor but as they were small they´ve forgotten. So on Sunday I took the family and we drove over the rattely old railway bridge to the other side of the Mulungushi river that runs along our farm boundry. That is were most of out farm workers live. There is like small family villages made up of 4, 5 houses. Mud huts with grass roofs, or iron sheets for those who have modernized a bit. We first visited Irene who alone, with her salary, cares for five children and her old mother who´s almost blind. We were welcomed into her house to sit on her new sofas, the children had a curious look in the bedroom as well. There was a small tv conected to a car battery on a shelf, and the walls were decorated with old calenders, photos and other nice things she has collected for her hut. Especially Svea found everything so nice. Then we went to Fines. There Albin chased the life out of her chickens.Her husband were nowhere to be seen, and as it was Sunday my guess is that he was at the local bar that serves maize beer and home brewed spirits. When my children got thirsty they realized that they did´nt know where to get water from (Svea looked around in the hut for a tap). So Fines had to show them the well where, with a 20 litre container, she pulled up water for them. They then had a look inside the hut serving as kitchen, with a fireplace in the middle of the floor. With us we had carried some old toys and clothes that we left for their children. So, now my children know what Irene and Fines call home. A simple life without luxury, where you appreciate the small things in life. Many people needed to visit these families to realize they are quite alright themselfs.