Folks, folks, folks. You don’t realize how difficult it can be to get outta this place. At least where I am. I understand this is not an issue everywhere but it just so happens, for some odd reason, I’d end up in a place that’s akin to breaking outta hell. And it is hell too ’cause it’s hot as shit over here. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that already but I can’t express that enough.
Well, as for getting outta this place, I’m gonna have to reference this most recent story of this fella from Canada. Honey chile, let me tell ya…
Now, this guy came from another site called Kasim. He was sent to the location I’m in for a few weeks. Now, before he left Kasim, he’d been approved for his exit visa. Had booked his ticket for the 15th before he even got to where I’m located. Well, the guy who’s over this site, who’s a Saudi, is one helluva of a little fella. He’s about five-one, if that, so I’m legit in saying that ’cause I saw him myself when I met the U.S. Ambassador to Saudi.
Well, this fella who came here, and we’ll call him Canada since that’s where he’s from and was trying to get back to, was determined to catch his flight. Only when he came here, Five-One wasn’t having it. Canada got pissed and went to the J-O-B and started writing graffitti on the wall of the workplace. He got as far as ‘Go to hell, Dr…’ and who shows up but the Secret Police. Secret Police asked why he was doing such a thing. Well, Canada was scared shitless, naturally. He didn’t know what was gonna happen to him. All this is taking place at night, okay?
By the time the bus comes for him, everybody on the bus sees Canada washing the wall where he’s painted his special note to Five-One. When Canada finished washing the wall, a female colleague told him, “The best thing for you to do is get outta here.” Say that with a British accent if you want all the special effects. Well, she got back to the compound and assumed the role as his travel agent. He got as far as Riyadh and Five-One, found out the next the next day. Told the folks in Riyadh not to give Canada no exit visa and to send his ass back this way where we are. I think he’s on his way back right about now, so the story goes.
But this is the nature of what we’re dealing with here. At least where I am, you don’t go where you wanna at will. Even during breaks for 10 days, we’re confined to the compound. The one coming up soon, Five-One was trying to stop that too. For 20 days, we’d have to be on the compound again, driving each other to madness ’cause that’s where folk are headed with so few liberties. Even the Muslim women folk from other places are finding this a very difficult place to be. When I arrived in Riyadh, the driver told me, “Saudi is unlike any other place in the world.” Let’s hope so.
Anyhow, there was a petition put out, which I signed this morning, to put an end to Five-One controlling us the way he’s been. Little shit. Turns out Five-One’s decision was overridden, so I think he’s about five and one-half inches now. What I’d like to know is why y’all didn’t tell me what I was getting myself into when I came over here?