The fleet "A beautiful station" was my first thought.
A wide, flat area, adjacent to at Aru, distributes building loose - not tight and not too far from each other: a vehicle workshop, a carpentry shop, the radio station, the generator hut, a little trumpet workshop, a detached house (part of team building with accommodations for the boys, the other part home for the station manager married couple), the "girl house" complete with office and finally a guest house where we could live with a missionary visiting from Bunia.
The office, where all threads come together 
Joiner Erwe rkstatt
electrical wiring on African ...
Centrally located, the common meeting point for everyone in the ward: an open straw-roofed hut with simple benches along the walls - the morning prayer, Tschaipausen and lunches take place here.
The fence around the site more of a joke, not very high and in doubt, not sure. But the relationship with the surrounding population is good.
The station is located near the border with Uganda, only about 30 minutes. Actually, we are illegal because (without visa). Annika has since anything ausgekungelt with border officials. Three barriers must be overcome: in Uganda page then the customs and finally the "emigration" station on the Congo side. Everywhere Annika knows the officials, making small talk before the going gets tough. Exciting to see how sic is underway in three languages: English, French, Lingala. We are pretty proud of them, as sovereign masters it all. From one of the border guards she regularly gets marriage proposals ...
Even when we are walking in the village, Annika called on all sides, welcomes, embraces, involved in talks ... We are amazed wrong. Is this really our daughter? It is entirely up to the people, feels well, is at home. The right place.
We dive into the station of life: Early at half past eight, it starts with the common prayer. In the circle we sit with the DIGUNA-people and the local staff sing songs in Lingala, a few thoughts to hear from one of the staff in French, which are translated in German by the head, praying. Common in the late morning chai (tea) break is that there are strong black tea sweetened with a lot of lemon and served with peanuts. First, I believe my eyes: The peanuts are cracked and threw the shells down on the floor. Annie explains that this is so common here. The Küchenmammis then simply sweep the floor ... We have realized that "other countries, other customs". In any case, you have the imprint in Africa as "German housewife" as far as possible forget, if you want to come here fairly clear. I think of the cockroaches that we see regularly in the morning on the bare concrete floor of our hut.
One of Küchenmammis - at 35 ° C 'ne wool cap on his head ...
noon of the two Küchenmammis prepared meals: rice with beans, rice, cabbage, rice, cassava, fufu (Maniokwurzelbrei) ... always vegetarian. The best tasting me rice and beans - not bad!
visit in the village is a seamstress. Hartmut had bought in Arua one of the typical African-colored materials from he now wants to sew a shirt. For only 1.50 €! Well, the result is not just brilliant - what does one expect from a work that results in half-darkness of a small hut. The bags placed a bit wrong, the seams are not all just ... but a tangible reminder!
We also visit the "hospital" in the village which is part of the local church - five minutes from the Diguna station. Annika has worked here for the first six months in the maternity ward. It can compare not so with our hospitals. The patients will only receive medical care - for the care and the food must provide members themselves. Hygienic conditions? Difficult ... Open windows where insects and crawling creatures come and go, without much room cleaning large, circular room with concrete floor and motley instruments, some of them rusty - from "sterile" no question!
rooms with "home care" 
The laboratory - not only our fight to Guttenberg with scientifically correct standards ...
evening we are at Busch invited the head couple. There are onion, yum! We feel comfortable, have good conversation - and mutual acquaintances in Cuxhaven. Her two Children are too sweet - the daughter reminds us of our granddaughter, Sara, in the same age. We use it to our friends quickly.
learn as you stroll to the station we know many of the local staff. Even before we had Adriko, a Congolese artisans invited to visit him at home for his family.
Adriko in his workshop
The next evening we drive away, past a soccer field, where the local youth playing football - even a work of DIGUNA, then 2 miles through the bush. On the way we meet a family that plays drums on wood - not an impromptu music session, but getting food: termites in the Earth think of the drum sound, that it would rain and come quickly to the surface, to not drink. Well, the "rain" into the fire: There they are collected by the family, the wings are removed, they are roasted and eaten as a welcome protein intake. Annika has also already tried something like: roasted termites are said to taste like peanut flips. 
"termites drums" Finally we come to a thatched hut with dirt floor. Beaming Adriko welcomes us, and represents his wife and five boys before.
stand in the dim hut a low table and four chairs. Later they will be cleared to the side to make the sleeping mattress for the night court. Dritsiru with a bowl of warm water in with us to be washed their hands. Then they served us Fufu, Palm Oil tomato sauce, chicken, fried potatoes and vegetables. The best of the best! I imagine how long they have to save for this meal and I am not worried about it. But they present the food of joy and pride. This is the proverbial hospitality of the poor. Adrikos wife does not eat with us - this is not common. It will eventually eat the remains together with her children and her friend. Still remembers one that both a loving partnership with one another.
notify us by using Annika's French translation and a bit of English. Adriko is from Uganda and therefore can be a little English, but it came as a teenager in the Congo. When we asked him about his experiences in the Congo war issues, he is reticent. Like so many he has seen worse. But otherwise the morning light-hearted and we laugh a lot. Humor is international!
Finally Adriko says: "Here is the chicken stomach, always gets the boss!" - Chicken stomach is supposedly the best of the chicken ... Hartmut will do me already suffering, as presented Adriko Annika solemnly the gizzard! "Annika is my boss!" Adriko stresses, although it was still only a few months, representing the head couple. But in his eyes, she still is. Annika bite into it without batting an eyelash and chews with relish. Ugh!
When we later ask the family for a photo break from hectic bustle behind the curtain. Dritsiru and her friend who had helped her cooking dress in their finest dresses and the boys are put in their best trousers - until they stand proud of the camera. It has become completely dark ...
The family of Adriko: a friend, his wife and his Dritsiru five guys
Annika with Solomon, the youngest scion of Adriko and Dritsiru
all impressed and happy we walk later through the dark bush home. Good thing we brought flashlights - as much as I would not accidentally step on a snake.
During the next few days we see the team during breaks and at work in the workshops, the kitchen, fetching water from the source (the cistern, which during the rainy season, rain water - for showers, cooking, drinking - fields is nearly empty ). All work is used, eg to the equipment - Cars, technology, etc. to keep for evangelism in the interior ready for use.
The time passes quickly in the Congo is scary, but we can get a detailed impression of how Annika lives here. Prayers for her and the station we can now formulate more concrete - and we know that she's here doing well.
After three days we go back to Aru Arua on the local station - for a day and a night.
goes Then it on to our last leg ...
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