03.18.08
Bordello of Blood
In an elevator at the Royal Qatar Hotel, I 'm riding with the two girls from Zimbabwe and two older Indian men. The Indian men are really happy and cracking jokes and laughing (they remind me of a less heckling Statler and Waldorf) and point to Eunice, one of the girls and ask her where she's from. "Zimbabwe!" she says and the men clap their hands and yell "Ah, yes, football, no?" "Yeah, we love football down there, it's great." she has the slightest British twinge to her accent. The men fake cheer a soccer game and pat each other on the back. They point to me. "You, where you from?" "America...?" I say and the men feign horror and back away against the walls with their arms up in defense yelling "Woaaaaaoaaaah!"
ratherbored at 15:22