Two camels and a hotel
It was a glaring sight. As the car zoomed through the road, something strange flashed across the horizons. It was really out of the ordinary, something you don't see in a cluttered urban setting where a built-up environment of tall buildings, residential houses and road infrastructure dominates the scene.
The fact that it was early in the morning when everyone was going to work, a good look was nearly impossible as the traffic was moving you along, but there was no mistaken the picture as the contrast was staggering.
Beneath what looked like a halo of a large international branded hotel, was a tent, two humped black camels and men loitering! The scene was almost surreal among the high-tech bustling environs.
This was after all the middle of the city with us busy people unable to see further than our smart suits, blazers and smog-laden vehicles. While tents and camels are frequently seen in rural areas scattered in the odd field here and there, there was no such sight in city life.
It wasn't the fact that the beduins were coming at all for in the midst of the city they hardly exist, no doubt being hampered by the bustle of urbanization and the odd bylaw, if enforced that is.
But here it was different. Among the patch and turf, and in between the Spring sunshine, someone, somewhere had evidently sought to hoist his tent right in the middle of it, and to hell with whatever one thought.
Two, nay, four glaring eyes, the camels were sitting down eating munching away the green pasture that surrounded them. From a short distance, the beasts were magnificently big but menacing, yet oblivious to the gearing up traffic that was congesting the area from all directions.
It was certainly a sight to see and remember! Boy I wish I had my camera for a quick picture.
More by this Author
Both came at distinct periods in American diplomacy, one heralding the period of detente, a movement to thaw the Cold War, another at the end of the Cold War, dismantling of the Soviet bloc, Soviet Union and the...
It is definitely a new Cold War that is on the horizons manifested in the international system. Rather it as if the old Cold War never left, only this time more bitter and brittle. Perhaps we can coin a phrase for it a...
Its seems to be a symbiotic relationship but it is all there to see, interlocking together as journalists who become novelists