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Moriam Bello
Prof. Nimi Finnigan
ENGL 0301
3, November 2014
My Dubai Experience
It was a sunny day in Dallas on the 10th day of July, 2014. I had a united airline boarding pass in my hand, waiting in this long line with my boyfriend as we embark on our first vacation for Dubai, United Arab Emirate. He is from a family of 6. He was the last born of the family. I had known him for about 6months and during that time I had grown very fond of him. Our relationship began to flourish and that in the near future we would begin to grow closer. We both needed a break from our stress filled lives and I was hoping I could help him overcome whatever tragedy happen in his life because I didn’t understand why he was depressed and get drunk most of the time. He had told me about few things that has transpired between him and his past relationship, but it just didn’t explain all of his emotional problems. Throughout the plane ride, He spent most of the time asking the flight attendants for tasty juice and alcohol. He looked out the window with longing eyes. His eyes seem to be passing a message across to me, but I don’t quite understand. I didn’t understand what was missing from his life. The plane arrived in Dubai. We were ushered like a sheep through the customs and immigration. Our baggage was taken by Hammed, a cab driver that we already reserved. We arrived at Hotel Dusit. It was more like being in a paradise. What more could you ask for other than paradise? The hotel is fully furnished like a presidential villa. We had our private kitchen, Living room, master bedroom and a lobby with a nice city view. Our reserved suite was on the 32nd floor. I looked out of the window, it is a wonderful and beautiful view. The city is full of tall buildings and lakes. It`s just a simple concept we all hope for, but never achieve. Looking behind me, I saw my boyfriend with a bottle another bottle of alcohol in his hand. I approach him in a caring and romantic manner, then...
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