Well this was some time last week. I came to Q8, nothing more to do in the evenings but to roam in the market. I befriended a guy wit a shop there who was an Indian, specifically a Bori. and he thought I was a Bori from looks. So Arabs think I m arab. Boris think I Bori. I dunno who else I simulate???
So i used to spend some time in his shop. Trying to learn abt Q8 as he is here for around 2.5 years. So evenings i cud sit for an hour there. This fine day after Magrib I was sitting there. A arab came in showed his card, he was from Baladiya(Municpality) and asked this guy for his residency as he opened the wallet. he said give ur licence and took his driving licence and asked him for the Ijaazah that means the shop licence and this guy looked tense. I was sitting there wondering am I in a problem too. But I dont knw if the Baladiya saw me or not bcos he didnt converse wit me at all. I feel I was invisible to him although I was right there.
and than this guy took the Baladiya to the next shop to show the Ijaaza and I dont knw what happened next. Bcos as they moved out. i went to the restaurant bang opposite and sat there to drink something to chilll myself down.
back home if the Municipality wud come, I can tell them couple of names from the Municipality office and boast, but it was scary that i was in a foreign country.....So India is the best. :)
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