What do Westerners think of promiscuous people?


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Anyone who is made redundant in this city also loses their visa, unemployed people are not included in the Dubai business model. There are thirty days to either find new employment or to leave the country. "The flights are booked," says Cynthia. Mother and daughters return to San Diego. For Jeff the trip first goes to Luanda, Angola, where he is building villas again and another golf course. "Just don't feel sorry for us," says Cynthia and looks around tiredly in her apartment full of moving boxes, "we wanted this life." She is used to moving - only until now they were voluntary. On the boxes is the logo of Allied Pickfords, according to its own advertising the world's largest moving company, one of the few companies whose business is currently flourishing in the emirate.

The ant people live in Sonapur, a place without an address, thirty minutes from the center. They build the mighty castles in this sandpit called Dubai, they erect the sky-high towers, asphalt the highways, dig the harbor, and pour the islands into the sea. 300,000 workers lived in this camp until the beginning of the year, now there should be 200,000, the others have been sent home to India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Nepal. Block by block lined up as far as the horizon, some surrounded by barbed wire, in between wavy paths, ankle-deep covered with dust. A hairdresser offers his services in front of a wall, he has put a discarded truck chair next to a puddle and is now snipping at a colleague's beard. No photos, please! Part-time jobs of this kind are prohibited in the camp. Much is forbidden here. Whoever comes from outside is not allowed in, "No visitors" is written on numerous signs. And whoever is inside is not allowed out. They are taken to construction sites in buses in the morning and back to the warehouse in the evening.

"It's like a prison," says Abdul Gaffar, steel weaver, taciturn spokesman for a group of Bangladeshis, serfs of their Indian construction company, without passports and for seven months without wages. The four of Abdul, Syed, Borhan and Uzzal live in a 10-square-meter room - plenty of space now, believes Borhan, a pipe fitter, there used to be eight of them here. A tired fan runs on the ceiling, the men keep their belongings in suitcases under the bunk beds, ready to leave. They kill time in the camp because there has been no work for months. "We're going to court," says Abdul. They want their salary, 600 dirhams or 120 euros a month; Job agencies back home had promised them twice as much. The company does not want to fire them because they would have to pay for the return flights, explains Syed, an electrician.

In the Plastik Beach Club, an open-air disco with a beach connection, where the Jeunesse dorée can drive up directly with Papa's yacht, spindly Jordanians and Iranians in porn bikinis move to oriental house, they don't move their feet, too dangerous in the paragraphs. The plastic advertises with the slogan Exclusively For The Filthy Rich And Aesthetically Perfect, only for the filthy rich and aesthetically flawless. Spoiled sons with Carrera sunglasses and sipping drinks lie in Jacuzzis, a gin and tonic costs half the wages of a construction worker. A group of Germans are sitting on sofas around a water pipe, they have decapitated a 9-liter bottle of Moët & Chandon to celebrate a deal, Heiner from Passau says they have bought a couple of oil and gas fields in Alaska. Heiner is a big number here, "years ago I found an apartment for Michael Schumacher in the city". Rasha, a young Kenyan who is studying business affairs in Dubai, notices that fewer and fewer Westerners have been getting into plastic lately, "most of them are leaving". Rasha thinks the westerners are too soft. "A bit of a crisis and you will get cold feet in a moment."

Until she was released, the British woman Joanna Brodrick had laid people off herself. Of the 250 employees at the management consultancy where she was HR manager, thirty remained in the end, and in February it was her turn. She looks out of the window of her apartment at the Burj Dubai, the tallest skyscraper in the world, 818 meters, unfinished, a promise that is far too high. "Lovely", says Joanna, "isn't it?" That thing looks like a huge cruise missile. For a while Joanna looked around for a new job, so every month, because her visa expired, drove across the border to Oman and back, so you can get a new 30-day visa. Joanna suffocates her Marlboro Ultra Light in the ashtray, "that's it," she says. Your flight to London is booked - one way and economy class. At the end of the school year there will be a mass exodus, thousands of people laid off expats with children just wait for this date.

Joanna has not made many friends in Dubai, "the city attracts a lot of dysfunctional people," she says. Dubai expatriates, she says, work hard, live fast and promiscuously. Most of them fled something here, a personal crisis, an impending lawsuit, a divorce - it was no different with her. "Nobody puts down roots, life is free from personal responsibility. That is bad for the character." But they can work and earn money expats . Who will take their place? Joanna observes a changing of the guard at the jobs in the middle management, "one now hires Indians and Asians," because they work for 50 to 60 percent of a white's salary. "And these people" - Joanna asks not to understand their statements in a racist way, she simply speaks from experience - "... these people do not have the same standard of training as we Westerners. They do not have our speed, our accuracy. They do not manage it. " According to Joanna, Dubai will now suffer from a brain drain.