...Another "country" heard from

NOTE: This is written by Anna's good friend A, who I would gladly adopt for a son. His parents are involved with the German diplomatic corps and are now stationed in Saudi Arabia. A is describing his impressions being in a compound and then leaving the compound. Great writing from such a young man. A--you can come and cook for me anytime!!! My kitchen is your kitchen!!

Enjoy...

I am living in a music video without the music. Something worthy of Rammstein. Well, maybe not quite to that extent but to some extent. Smallville. Everything is so perfect in this compound and yesterday I went into the catacombs. Also known as the mall. A mess of black and white swirling on a tile floor. Children weaving between with those neon bright helium balloons. A few steps further those ragged men with their flocks of loony toons and herds of vicious children snapping. Here I am, brown, blue, confused. All around the White Creatures, the Black Creatures, their offspring, and eyes. Welcome to the Raven's Buffet.
So many eyes, a real variety to choose from. Juicy brown ones, cold blue ones served with a side of reproachful glares. Chef's special served half priced today: Doe Eyed Virgin Eyes with a pinch of abuse served fresh with organic prejudice. *Garlic optional*
Its hard not to notice eyes when that's all you can see beneath shrouds of white or shrouds of black. Wrinkled eyes, young eyes, eyes bleeding mascara, foggy eyes misted with age. It doesn't get any better? You bet it does. Sleep deprived, young juicy eyes, eyes of gals, and eyes of guys, cigarette and smoky eyes, filled with truth or dripping lies. Well the buffet closes a few times each day. The holding pens with their neon garments are locked as daily prayer commences. The white creatures flock through a portal and disappear while the black ones sit on the floor, some with foreheads pressed eastwards. Others chatting amongst themselves. Offspring and Tweety Birds jitter impatiently. Afterwords it is off to the perfumery where attendants with friendly smiles press on and on with bottles in hand ready to blind, felate, or stab you all to ensure a single purchase. Purchase "White" by Aigner under the pushing kindness of a Lebanese salesman. Bloodshot blue eyes... To him every cologne was "very very nice" the only problem is discerning to which the statement actually applies. After the purchase a slow retreat is planned.
The stores are vomiting color and black and white consume it, leaving no trace beneath the flowing fabrics. Having enough of catacombs and claustrophobia we leave the colony to thrive in their color consumption.
On every intersection a different dining oppertunity. Golden Arches, Red Fronted Monarchs of Burgers, Small living establishments of Pizza... everywhere. Flowery language aside: I advise Baskin Robins for its good creamy ice cream which beats that of Kuwait however McDonalds has never tasted so bad. I wonder how much they had to pay to be able to put up their slogan in Riyadh. Fast food aside, Daytime aside, living aside, reality aside. I embrace dreaming now. Goodnight fellow creatures.