Wednesday night, 19:55 PM. The doorbell rings, JUST AS IT DID 6 times before that. Slowly but surely a group of people trickle into apartment no. 10, all with a little bag or Bible in their hand. IF you SECRETLY peek through the kitchen window you would see them sitting together and praying, PERHAPS WITH their Bibles opened while discussing something. SOME DAYS they are simply together, enjoying each others company. OTHERS, you see straight and serious faces. they meet every two weeks, SOMETIMES here and then at someone else’s place. Rogier is one of those men who comes every time. he calls it his ‘home group’ when you ask him about it.