From Kuwait

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How’s Your Ramadan Going?

By |August 18th, 2011|

With the month of fasting being in the middle, most of you who fast surely know their thing already and can get along pretty well – even I got used to the Kuwaiti tempo rather quickly again and managed to […]

Back Home, At Last

By |August 15th, 2011|

Finally home! Settled again, we swiftly joined the Ramadan time, and are enjoying our moments of calm now. It’s summer, so no school for Dori, and fasting, so not much activities going on except the iftaars at my mother-in-law, which […]

Family Portrait

By |June 1st, 2011|

First make the place smell nice

Then take a nice father-daughter-cat portrait, ok? And don’t forget to smile!
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2 Months Gone, 2 Days Left

By |June 1st, 2011|

Tomorrow night, or better day-after-tomorrow early morning, me and Dori will be leaving Kuwait for period of time further unknown. My previous hectic week trying to stampify my life didn’t work out in terms of successfully getting rid of any visa problems Dori had – eventually, it did nothing, except cost us several hundreds dinars and some weight on my side.

2 months ago I came into a flat buried under the sand after a huge sandstorm.

Dori is still illegal, now with fancy fine on her head, which will be dropped if we leave Kuwait before the 31st of June, which we intend to. In fact, the tickets are booked for 3rd; so inshallah we’ll get out before they go after out wallets.
It doesn’t end by that, however. I’ll have to try out some more running, more complicated, more unpleasant, and once again with dozens of stamps for every dust and sand I want to carry. Well, not literally, but you know – sea of stamps for other stamps for other stamps, so in the end of the day someone behind another stamp might give us the final stamp; Dori’s residency visa.
I’m not particularly delighted by going away so soon again, but can’t do – at least my parenst will see their beloved and so far only grandchild after a year and a half, which is quite a time, if you ask me. She refuses to speak Czech, sometimes speaks Arabi, but her favourite of all times stays English, which she exercises quite a lot.
So yay us, heaps of stress ahead!

Other than that, life’s going on as usual. Heat is omnipresent, clouds are sparse while clear blue sky is a daily bread. It’s almost 7 pm now and outside shade temperature is 45 degrees of Celsius and not really dropping. The sea got warm and often brings to my windows a wave of humid salty air, which makes us sweat on places before unknown; cats’re shedding hair with the speed of fur-balls placed in oven (mainly when I get carried away with fresh airing my room by opening windows; the AC isn’t designed for that so it doesn’t give a damn, really, and makes my room – favourite hangout spot for our kitties – quite hot). […]

A Year After

By |March 25th, 2011|

Dramatic heading, isn’t it? :) Not so dramatic content of it, however; it’s just been over a year I’ve been in Czech. Nothing much seems to be changed; Islam still lifts newspapers’ popularity with deeply suggestive content (I’m now referring […]

En Route

By |March 22nd, 2011|

Going to Czech, tomorrow night. Some fishy, I mean – official, business over there for me to take care of; travelling light, with one small luggage, no husband and no daughter. Laptop and pocket money included, as a child of […]