ABSTRACT
13There have been times when I did not want to go back to Kuwait. I felt timid at the thought of finding a concrete jungle where once I had known sandy alleys between rough mud walls. The town of my childhood had gone, and I knew it had gone. It had been destroyed as effectively, if not as brutally, as by an earthquake; but the razing of the old Arab houses had been carried out with enthusiasm by the Kuwaiti leaders, in order to rebuild a bigger, better, more modern city.
