sorry, had to open with that, for shock value; and for the fact that just behind where these guys are hanging out one day when I visited Al Muruj were some other guys hanging out, but it was lunchtime and they were sitting on the floor cross-legged, sharing a lunch

0:00 /0:19 1× . . . on the way. . . . . . and in the zone. . . observed. . . to the obaya mall. . . the selfie with this proprietor: the shop itself is perhaps a little fusty, high ceilings showing the ducts and bits common to mall shops, and high up on the walls sample dresses on

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* writing on Cabaret, here, I find its antecedent stage-play, written by John Van Druten, award winner, 1952/53, where it adapted and dramatised Christopher Isherwood's Goodbye to Berlin, in turn adapted into a film bearing the same title as the play, I Am a Camera, screenplay by John

may sound more like "boolyfaood wooorild" but is a transliteration of Boulevard World. . . I was tempted to go into the pyramids and either shoot things if not quite understanding what. Then, isn't that always the way? . . . also of note, a demonic personage and a huge banana!

disembarking the blue line at the station designated and dedicated to the National Library I circumnavigated the building looking for an opening, a revolving door, a be-thobed figure approached, and, on the strength of Jo's experience of being asked for academic credentials to become a library member, I