A language spilt out that would have made sense had I been awake. It seemed to resemble a foggy pattern that traced birth to death, the opening of eyes to their closing. The pattern expanded, contracted, took on a life of its own every new second that stampeded into this particular slumber.
Babies crawling, mothers brooding, sisters weeping, fathers running. Firecrackers and snowshoes. Bicycles, tricycles. Some old. Some never known. Marches and protests and banners and slogans and fists and hookups and sweet mango juice. Vietnamese sandwiches and smiles and secret looks and mild stares and bad jokes and pimples and trucks with big ass wheels and changing channels and running up and down the stairs and driving everywhere and hunger and tears and eating alone and annoying parties and math problems and bike riding. Law books, new friends, old friends, missed opportunities, isolation, simple breaks, communities of ambition, awkward moments, the smell of the sun, a new start.
Nostalgia wrinkles into us those times that we least expect.
UAE: Workers Abused in Construction Boom
New Report Highlights the Plight of Migrant Construction Workers
(Dubai, November 12, 2006) – As the United Arab Emirates experiences one of the world’s largest construction booms, its government has failed to stop employers from seriously abusing the rights of the country’s half million migrant construction workers, Human Rights Watch said in a report released today.
Left by mareekho on November 15th, 2006