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To: TobagoJack who wrote (21669)	8/28/2007 12:02:15 AM
From: abuelita	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 217774

tj- have you been to dubai? this is a very interesting article Magic Kingdom or Glass House? walrusmagazine.com an excerpt ....... Dubai is a spectacular boom town that mirrors and magnifies the obsessions of the modern age: war, oil, 9/11, consumerism, celebrity, real estate hysteria, environmental degradation, globalization, the gap between rich and poor. On one level, it represents all that the world aspires to; on another, its greatest failings. Passing a Russian woman dressed like Cleopatra and a man in a Napoleon costume, I arrive at a display for MotorCity, a residential complex that will house the Dubai Autodrome and the world’s first Formula One theme park. There, a young Lebanese engineer tells me that Dubai is “all the world in one small country.” Next to him I hear the lilting accent of a Pakistani business-man remarking to a colleague, “It’s forever larger and grander, and the earlier one is dwarfed by the new one, and no one knows what the hell is happening.”Dubai, I think to myself, is capitalism perfected. Insiders call it “Dubai Inc.” without a glimmer of irony. Yet it is also a castle built on our most primal instincts and needs: the lust for pleasure, the spoils of oil and war, the temptation to get something for (almost) nothing in the form of the cheapest of labour, and the need for a sanctuary from the chaos such enterprises inspire. It is a glorious phoenix with gossamer wings. Suddenly, I stop short at the oddest booth of all, the one for Poland — Poland? Its sign reads, “Fall in Love with Warsaw.” I realize, with the kind of certainty that has evaded me until now, that I must get the hell out of here.