Funeral On a Vacation. 36 Hours Of Grief
Nov 7 · 5 min read

My wife and I landed in Dubai for our dream vacation at 9:40 pm. It was dark and humid; there was a lot of people. We felt like two sticky sardines stuck inside of a giant, metal and partially air-conditioned airport. The airport was full of sweaty passengers — running with foam at the mouths — in a desperate wish to escape this hell in one of 10 000 taxis parked outside, ready to charge 4x the normal rate.
