These images give me goosebumps.
I’m so often a chicken when it comes to shooting Portraits and afterwards I bite my butt for not having done it.
(Not that mine would ever make it into a book, but hey, I’m sure those guys started small too 
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Thanks for pointing the two books out!
OK,…, second attempt to write this after the post misteriously disappeared …….strange…..ok, these entries were not on the top of my blog….I edited this one and it’s there, I don’t have to understand this, do I?
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I first read about this two days ago in the local newspaper.
A woman in Saudi Arabia got gangraped by 7 men.
The men got jail sentences from 10 months to 5 years.
The woman, got a sentence of a few months jail and 60 lashes with a Bamboo whip.
Her lawyer spoke out against that at court.
He got stripped of his license and the woman is now facing 6 months in prison and 200 lashes.
No comment from the Government yet, because the whole thing is still in court.
The reason why she gets punished too is, that in Saudi Arabia women are not allowed to leave the house without permission from a male relative.
She left the house in the evening hours without that permission.
I also wrote a Shvoong article about it.
Write your own shvoong articles and make money.
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A few months back the case was the other way around though.
A man (not a Saudi, African if I remember right) helped his elderly female neighbor in an emergency to the hospital.
Without his help she would have died.
Religious police saw it different and the man ended up in jail.
No follow up on that.
I just did it.
I got me an account with hostmonster (yes, I know, same owner as Bluehost, just cheaper ;)) and a lot more toys for your value.
I still don’t know if I really “NEED” it, but it’s nagging me since so long and one day I have to get my lazy butt going and DO IT, no?
Now, setting the domain name free will take up to two days and it will take me AT LEAST that long to get something going there and get anything up anyway.
Another way to spend my time…..
So, soon I guess you need to change your feeds if you wanna read my blog…..or how does that work when the blog all off a sudden gets hosted somewhere else.
You see, I really know a whole lot….
If I post a Selfportrait soon with even more grey hair you know where I got it from
OK, NOW it is off to bed for me.
Catch you tomorrow
Two weeks back, we just came home from shopping hubby did something he has never done before (at least that’s what he says).
He tried to park in backwards with the new rental car we just had for one week at our Complex.
You know, they have a lot of huge cars in Kuwait but parking spaces are always small. And these are cornered by metal poles that hold the sunroof.
Now, hubby knew that the sensors in this car were off, they didn’t work right (we actually figured later that they give you a warning sound when nothing’s there but no sound when there is something).
So, these beautiful new cars are all built so you don’t see nothing through the rear window when driving backwards. Another reason I would not want to drive it.
Long story short, hubby hit the pole with his gear end. Nothing bad and covered by the insurance anyway.
All he has to do is file a report with the police.
Nothing you wanna do on your day off, but t has to be done. You don’t really want to do that in a garage illegally by people that probably get busted exactly on the day YOU have your car in there. So he did it the right way.
He went to make this story short as well, to three police stations that afternoon, trying to find the right one.
The right one after being in Fahaheel and Abu Halifa (I think) was the one in Ahmadi (or one of the ones in Ahmadi, let’s put it that way), but…..
But the guy that did that paperwork wasn’t there that day and anyway, he had to bring a translator to tell him what the paperwork is all about.
Uh….ok…..now what?
Through Miss Z. I know Soud, a Kuwaiti guy, nice and always helpful. I texted him a message and he texted back that he either tries to find someone for us or helps us himself. Have I mentioned that he’s a nice guy?
So the following Monday the three of us headed towards Ahmadi and after being at the wrong police station first, we finally found the right one.
Hubby asked me that morning if I wasn’t going to take my camera, but failed to mention, why I should.
There’s a huge parking lot besides that station with many, many crashed cars.
Well, all I got was a shot with my Cellphone, but better than nothing.
It was better anyway, that I didn’t have my camera with me, I had itchy fingers already and am glad I didn’t get busted for what I DID shoot ;).
So, we had a little Odyssee through at least 4 offices, not in vain, we collected a stamp and a signature in every office, everything was registered in a HUGE blue book, no computers in sight anywhere. Back to the office where the guy was residing that did the check of the car and the report we were told that Soud needs to go and make a copy of his ID and bring it back here. Off we went to a nearby junk store with a movie theater, we would have been so lost without Soud :).
Back to the station were already a bunch of people waiting and off we went to the parking lot were each car got inspected and checked.
Back inside we were all settled to wait.
Urgent needs made me go and search a toilet, finding some jail cells with people in it (women and men, mainly Indian / Pakistani it seemed) and some nasty nasty toilets.
(I spare you the toilet with the poop on the ground…)
I guess the jail was just like an interim stop for those people until the decision’s made what to do with them. It was pretty weird and that was the moment I was glad NOT to have my camera or I would have probably ended up in there with them ;).
Well, while we waited, some guys came with a food delivery and the doors of the office closed for the next half hour. Which meant breakfast break, for the guys in there not us.
But it went pretty fast, after those doors opened up again. We got our papers and could go to the last and final office, where we had to sit down in a room that just made me grin, well, made me hide a big grin.
It was a dusty room with two big old wooden desks, old green filthy carpet with a cigarette butt in one corner and a bunch of folders in two different colors stacked on top of each other in no apparent order. Good luck finding anything when you need to. One guy was sitting at one of the desks, apparently doing nothing but drinking his tea and watching the world. The second guy came a bit later, pretty young and a bit nervous it seemed, but he did a good job. No Computer here neither. He was working out of his briefcase that was on the table in front of him.
Now the signature part came. Soud explained Floyd that it would take 8 or 9 months or longer for the file to appear online and then he would have to pay the fine of around 5 Dollars. Huh?
Yeah, the whole thing goes to court and then one day you can check online if you have fines and when it pops up you go and pay it.
Uhm, sure…..
Where does one get the address?
Oh, it’s written at the back of every police car.
Ah, how very helpful
Well, this bump was sure worth it’s 5 bucks and the hassle. I would have never seen all this without it 
Ah, and on our way back there was a big jam at a traffic light for a few minutes.
When the traffic finally started rolling again we saw the most funny sight ever:
an Indian trash guy regulating the traffic.
Hilarious!
But it worked :)!
Happy that you can ride your bike in the middle of the night down the Gulf road at full speed.
Happy that you could drive through the cold night air alone and have some freedom.
Happy that you didn’t get killed.
I really do so, because when you drove by, my night and my dreams were over.
And all I could think off until I got up was you.
So, I really hope you enjoyed your ride.
And all the other ones before and the ones that will come.
I just hope nothing bad will happen to you or that the police will catch you.
It would be too bad if I couldn’t hear the wonderful sound of your bike no more in the middle of the night, waking me up, making me think of you.
I feel trapped.
Like a mouse in a wheel. Running around and around and around.
I am trying to do too many things and nothing at the same time.
Can’t work, can it?
I am trying to solve things by organizing them a bit.
Not by timing them by the minute, but putting little to do notes with a timer in my phone.
A lot of things I skipped this week, but a few things that I got accomplished thanks to that.
I even started selling my cards yesterday again. I was out and about for the early shift going to work. I thought, it would take the usual 3 days again until someone asks me what I’m doing there, most people are new and don’t know me from before summer.
But no, I already had a few requests and interested people. Not the usual either, no, honestly interested. We shall see.
Maybe I get back into business ;). Was going to sell some in the afternoon, but got knocked out by a Virus or whatever it is/was. I still don’t feel too great, but at least my bones are not aching no more.
Back to the mouse and the wheel.
I really gotta make a long term plan on what I want to achieve, or my time will just run through my hands and next year I’ll tell me the same thing.
I have excused my lack of planning something for myself with the fact that we travel so much. But with all the things you can do and achieve online now, I really do not have any excuses anymore.
Yes, I did start doing something in that regard, but even that needs some planning and timing.
Well, it’s a start.
I’m afraid, this post doesn’t make much sense, but hey, this is still a blog and blogs are for weird personal thoughts, no?
Any ideas on how to structure online stuff and selling stuff online and whatnot are welcome 
Back to my usual blog surfing and picture checking of my friends out there
