This is a very nice serviced apartment — a sealed-in bubble of luxury after the forest cabin — and outside, a new world of wide beige vistas, blowing dust, hot wind, and shiny glass. Fast cars, men in drapery, and confusing new criteria for femininity that upend all my habits of thought. Sadly every primary school is apparently full (I have gone to beg for places at almost every one), but the homeschooling groups are lively, running the Corniche at 5:00 in the morning is wonderful, and the food is much fresher than in Singapore. We continue to search for a place to live, and a car, and friends. Meanwhile the poor cats must continue to share closet-sized pens at the edge of the desert, surrounded by howling dogs.
Why was it easier to find a Hindi teacher in provincial Sweden than Qatar?