kuwait
Sitting out by the front gate during the early evening I look toward the horizon, the sky is turning all different shades of yellow and orange as the sun begins to set. A nice gentle breeze begins to come in off the shore. It is a warm evening but the breeze helps to sooth the heat as it gently sweeps over my body. Lunchtime is just about over and the younger kids should start coming out anytime now. I look around and see that life has not really changed much since the days when I grew up here. I sat back and took a long drag off my cigarrette, nobody was around. After all this time, the houses are still the same, lined up one by one next to each other. The homes sit away from the street, and all have high compound walls that divide property lines. Their gates open to the street and the continuous wall forms the large circular roundabout. In the center of the roundabout there is a large grassy area and a courtyard that has a playing field and playground set up - usually after lunchtime the neighborhood kids gather to play soccer and games. I glance to the fountain built into the wall of the home directly across the street from us - memories of icy water spouting out, and kids lining up for a refreshin
The only dangers to worry about were self-inflicted - there is virtually no crime in Kuwait. Right behind her, were my best friend, Khalid and his mother. " As the other children came out so did their mothers. He was the neighborhood prankster but the entire neighborhood tolerated his jokes and pranks because his mother made a mean dessert of a cheesy philo-dough pastry sweetened with rose water syrup. Missing the excitement and fun in the states, the neighborhood made me feel like I did not miss a thing. As I stand to greet her I see that she has a large baking dish and this brings a smile to my face. He has enough grandchildren to form two small soccer teams, they really don't need the rest of the neighborhood children. The boy in me took control - maybe it was an attempt to go back in time and makeup for the time I had been gone - I ran out to the courtyard with the others to watch the friendly game of soccer. The younger kids were in playground. Like a trail of ants, one by one they made their way over to our home. I felt like the boy I was when I left a few years ago. I was counting on her pastries - selfishly I thought, "she did not let me down.
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