First gold: Emirates Palace Hotel: And just before iftar, Khalidiya Park:
Please god not another museum.
I lived in Manhattan in 1992, when the Rodney King verdict was handed down in LA and the riots began. The university was shut down and everyone was told to go home; the streets were echoed with the sounds of shop-keepers slamming down their store gates and barricading their windows. The entire city shut down and we waited… And nothing happened. Or at least, nothing even remotely similar to what …
So I know there aren’t supposed to be words, but without words, you won’t know what I’m holding: these are the diapers we used on Liam when he was first born. I’d forgotten that I’d saved a few of these and they surfaced when I was packing for the move. Amazingly, these diapers swamped my tiny boy’s body.