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How much, we ask one. How's business, how are things generally, we inquire. In the old city souk around him, many shops are shuttered. This is the area of the medina selling jewellery and copperware; in times of conflict and uncertainty, few people's impulse is to shop for decorative adornments. One black market money-changer does not represent a city, but there have been other pointers to economic insecurity arising from Libya's political and military crisis. A week ago there were long, chaotic queues at every open petrol station, with motorists and pedestrians carrying containers waiting for hours for fuel. The government blamed this on panic buying and stockpiling rather than any real shortage of fuel.
This week the regime cut the already heavily subsidised price of fuel to boost confidence, and queues have diminished. Early in the crisis, the Gaddafi regime also distributed a lump sum of dinars to each family to help with essentials and, no doubt, to reinforce loyalty. The subsidised prices appear to have largely remained stable or risen only fractionally. In the covered fish market Osama Ahmed Omar, 38, said he and his fellow fishermen had almost doubled their hours at sea "to help the country at this time". In the presence of a government minder and a government-appointed translator, he told us: It is very important that the British, French and Americans see there is no problem.