We head across the practically deserted market square toward "Ambiente," a small pub with a cool living room-like atmosphere and walls that are painted red.
When first he came to the island he was a big, brawny fellow, with thick black hair and a black beard, of a powerful physique; but gradually his skin became pale and waxy; he grew thin and frail.
Eager to duck strict parents and the social taboos of dating in public, young Kuwaitis have taken to cafes, beaming flirtatious infrared e-mails to one another on their cell phones.
With my mother's support, I went to this school two months later, and the moment I stepped into the dormitory, my dream was waken up and I came to realize that such was reality.