For a while, we simply called it Spikey Building. It stood in Silicon Oasis, an office and residential section in Dubai, and it was prominent along Emirates Road. I'd pass it often, en route home to International City, from Mall of the Emirates or Jebel Ali. Whenever something weird occurred in our lives, we'd say the aliens were the culprit. They caused muted havoc, if not outright surrealism, from their HQ in Silicon Oasis. I finally had an occasion to visit there, when a friend and I weighed a business idea. He worked for a technology firm at HQ. Unfortunately, like so many of my conversations with people in Dubai, it eventually went nowhere. But I'm sure the aliens made fine progress toward whatever end they had in mind.
I am fortunate to have traveled to many cities in the world. From Manila to Chicago, from Paris to Dubai, from Singapore to Cairo. Places that are my anchor, for the stories I tell. Stories that, in turn, lend meaning to these places. Not only mine, but also those of friends. our journeys, our journals.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Whatever end they had in mind
For a while, we simply called it Spikey Building. It stood in Silicon Oasis, an office and residential section in Dubai, and it was prominent along Emirates Road. I'd pass it often, en route home to International City, from Mall of the Emirates or Jebel Ali. Whenever something weird occurred in our lives, we'd say the aliens were the culprit. They caused muted havoc, if not outright surrealism, from their HQ in Silicon Oasis. I finally had an occasion to visit there, when a friend and I weighed a business idea. He worked for a technology firm at HQ. Unfortunately, like so many of my conversations with people in Dubai, it eventually went nowhere. But I'm sure the aliens made fine progress toward whatever end they had in mind.
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