The most humiliating experience is to stand in a line, waiting for residence papers to be stamped in a country that is not yours, that you don’t want to reside in, but, because of circumstances, are forced to.
There is some deeper meaning to my Gulf experience, which I can’t see now. There has to be, or I’m going to kill myself, given how much I hate the place.
In the old days men used to go to war, do their tour of duty and then come back and live bitterly ever after. This is my tour of duty.
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