Dubai, Unplanned
A short layover turned limbo: flights delayed, then cancelled. Instructions to go to hotels
By morning, explosions woke me. News: the airport had been hit.
I feel some form of dissonance to taking this all in while wrapped in a dressing gown, drinking cups of tea in a large hotel bed, wondering whether to get dressed and do something, but what?
It’s now day four, I’ve watched about all the BBC I can handle. Downstairs hospitality continues uninterrupted. Hotel guests swim and sunbathe. I observe from my rear window (balcony) with lens.
Everything seems business as usual until an occational jet roars overhead or a distant explosive boom.
Comfort and uncertainty sit together, the feeling of being at rest but not at ease.
