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Welcome in Kuwait

Kuwait Towers, (60432) |
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This pleasant greeting and the offered
cup of tea by the friendly customs officer makes us feel immediately
welcome in this state. We had drawn our own conclusions about
a country stuck not long ago by war and are surprised to find
a totally restored place. Wherever we go, we meet hospitable
and open minded people, who obviously managed to erase the traces
of the Gulf war in a very short time and rebuild a new, modern
city. Only the burnt out Mariott-Ship-Hotel and a mural with
"Thanks Allies" remember at the 100 black days of the
Gulf war. Oil seems to heal wounds quickly! |
| During the following day, the local
people show us their appreciation to see us in their country
in many ways: One time, a driver honks his horn, overtakes us,
rushes at a red light out of his car and gives us a hand full
of sweets. Another time, the director of a supermarket is waiting
at our car and asks us to pose for a photo together with him.
He invites us to his office for a cup of tea and, as a farewell,
gives us a set of tea cups from the Czech Republic. At another
supermarket, we are given a full bag of free food products. |
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Water Towers Kuwait (60434) |

Kuwait (60505) |
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By chance, we meet Oscar, a Swiss
working as an advisor for the rulers family. He tells us many
interesting facts about this small oil country. He also knows
the Bedouins very well as he lived among them for a long time.
It seems that their togetherness is very deep. Nowadays, their
life is not as comfortable anymore as it was in the past because
the Government cut the financial support, which is resulting
in some occasional thefts. Also regarding the Gulf war, he recalls
many anxious moments. Looking at the brightly illuminated industrial
region, resembling now a little bit the skyline of New York,
it is hard to understand that after the war not a single lamp
was lighted up anymore. The black, thick smoke left the whole
country in complete darkness, apart from a small gap above the
ground. |
| Driving past immense lines of high
tension towers, we say good-bye to this very hospitable country. |
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