{"id":1353,"date":"2024-03-18T17:47:08","date_gmt":"2024-03-18T17:47:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/?p=1353"},"modified":"2024-03-18T19:05:21","modified_gmt":"2024-03-18T19:05:21","slug":"maa-salama-two-years-and-14-days-in-dubai","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/2024\/03\/maa-salama-two-years-and-14-days-in-dubai\/","title":{"rendered":"Ma’a salama: Two years (and 14 days) in Dubai"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

We are in a club – only this club is in a hotel. I am wearing black eyeliner and dark lipstick and Antonis’ chain hangs from the loops of his jeans. Over two days we see the one group I wanted to see (Lacuna Coil) with another thrown in for good measure (Moonspell) and at least 6 heavy metal bands from the region – from Bahrain, Saudi, Iran and the UAE. At the end, my voice is hoarse from shouting “Forza Cristinaaaaaa!” to the Lacuna Coil front woman and Antonis has answered his pre-move question on whether or not we would find concerts. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We did. We found concerts and art and language and culture, we found people and food and fun. We found the beach, we found the desert and we found hard hard work. We found friendship. And now, it’s time to pack everything up in our memories and get on another plane, for another place. <\/p>\n\n\n

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