ABSTRACT
Halima scurries around the corner, signals to me that I should wait and disappears into one of Tøyen Street’s grocery stores. A few minutes later, she is back. She smiles, apologising, her husband is out of town and the morning has been hectic. But now her son has been dropped off at kindergarten and Halima is ready for a long workday. She unlocks the door to her store and shows me in.
