I was sitting in the reception of my cousin’s wedding thinking to myself that I need to buy a suit. The last suit I got was for my mother’s second wedding, and that was a while ago. I have no idea if it fits, but I do know that I don’t like it. I also know that I need one for job interviews, etc.
My mind then drifted back to my last weeks in Sana’a. I remember hearing the shelling in the distance and wondering what would happen to that place. The bombardment had calmed down tremendously, but it was still ongoing… With all of the troubles the government has, with all of the problems the Yemenis have, I laid awake and listened and wondered.
Then my mind came back to the reception and I realized that I didn’t give a damn about the suit…
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