I remember coming here for the first time. It was such an amazing experience the plane journey then cab driving me to this place. I had imagined after closing worldy affairs, I’d have a quite life here. Just waking up watching TV breakfast then shower then lunch. I would drive around the city, exploring every bits and places. The town was brand new, shops malls movies all new, with lot of work still going on in the background. In later years I find myself on the roads of the same city just managing to get enough food, and sleep in the same house. Dangerous nightmare it has turned out to be. Maybe the carefree life in early days caused the ankh falling into the wrong hands. The people here allowed and taught me how to furnish it and render it through various direct or indirect channels of flow of money.