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The Land of Litter and Strays

I have been debating with myself whether to publish this or not, as I have no desire to bring any negativity towards the country; however, oftentimes it is seeing the negative limelight that makes us think of change within ourselves.

Some days, I spend hours trying to think of an idea how to bring the people residing in Kuwait, both citizens and expats, to respect the land, to stop treating the country as a giant trash-bin, and how to approach it…but again, and again, I fail to come up with anything else than having the parents and schools (and possibly some government campaign on top) educate the future generation about littering. It’s hardly up to me to tell people what to do – not that anyone would listen. I do all I can at home, teaching my children to hold on to their trash till they see a bin or a dumpster, or even bring it home, only not to join the ranks of trash-dealers.

Not rarely, as I go through my photographs I have taken on a trip or for an occasion, and try to decide what to post, what to keep and what to discard, a number of otherwise decent pictures doesn’t make it due to the unflattering amounts of litter within. These are merely some examples; they’re not the only pictures of trash I have ever taken, but they’re the only ones that survived being deleted.

Eid Mubarak

We went out today (after a month spent indoors, because Ramadan); well, if checking our building and whether it still stands is counted as an outing. The house does indeed still stand, bar few bricks which got blown out from a part of the wall. As we’ve found out by a casual stroll through that brand new neighbourhood, a lot of the houses suffered from similar problem, all on one side, so we’ve simply assumed it has been cause by exceptionally strong wind – which isn’t impossible, considering it is still a deserted place and pretty much no trees mean it’s an open desert. Plenty of space for a strong wind to wreck havoc.

Also, totally lovely weather. Mid of summer is not a time for sandy walks. (Sand emanates heat!) 50°C in shade today. Feels like walking in a full blasting oven. No kidding. It actually tingles like it’s hurting my skin by the sheer warmth. Heat just pouring all over and around you. Not really a weather of my choice, if you ask me. I miss you, Newcastle, and your rainy, gloomy days.
It’s almost 11pm in the night and it’s still 42°C out behind the window.
Well, then.
Happy and blessed Eid al-Fitr to all who celebrate it!

From Sand to Castle (Sandcastle!)

Ok, maybe not a castle. It is somewhere between villa and a castle in my puny European eyes; it is, however, considered a rather small family house here among the Kuwaitis. Angle of view, origin of upbringing? Maybe. Nonetheless, it’s a house, it’s big enough for all of us, it is our home (well, maybe. ‘Bu Abbas is still deciding whether to move in or not once it’s done.) It’s got all the space and convenience we could muster up ourselves – and order the architect around to conform to it. True, there are some changes. Some are fine, some might be an improvement even; some made me a bit sad (like cutting off the terrace on side and a nice feature of arches in there due to an unspoken municipality law nobody bothered to mention – until it was about to be built.)
But; it stands, alhamdulilah. From sand and heat, I present you with the black skeleton of our house.
(Excuse the quality of the pictures. Those are taken mainly as a documentary for my husband and I’ve just decided to slap them here, compositions and even horizon aside.)
I am quite happy how this is panning out, although not fully according to our wishes and desires (some changes were made on the building after all, but oh well… and it’s still a remote location deep in the desert at the moment, with really no life besides some camel herders at all. There’s a holiday resort closeby, maybe that will bring some life in it. I hope.)
I certainly wouldn’t mind living there!

Progressing…

…with the rough building of our house, and losing nerves and a carload of dinars in process too. This for that, I suppose. And since it’s slightly over a hundred kilometers from our current residence to the building site, there’s plenty of time for desert viewing ad photographing (although it does get rather monotonous after a while, even my joy from seeing camel herds looses it’s boost nearing Khairan, and quick car shots aren’t up to my desired standard either).