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Kuwait City : The life of an Expatriate in Kuwait, iiQ8, indianinQ8 Most people I know here came to Kuwait, the Promised Land, for maximum two years, or “to make enough money'” and go back home. Countless Felafel and Shawerma sandwich years later, they are all still here, greyed quite a bit, but very much here. Kuwait is like that. One starts off earnestly in a job, wants to work hard (and hopefully continues to do so). You share an apartment with some kind folks (who pass on Sambhar and Chutney to you on bad days, on the good they pass on some fried shrimp). You begin to get comfortable with the non-iron bedsheets and Jamaiyas laden with easy-to-serve yoghurt and ‘long life milk’. By then your status has risen back home because you work in this oil-rich, highest per-capita-income Wonderland. Ma beckons from home that they have found a “nice, homely” girl for you. So you rent your own one bedroom apartment, put out few cheap “Banta” chairs, and blend in some Ikea “A…