This is an extract from Day 2. I feel the need to point out that these were all written in the heat of the moment.
I think I have my appetite back on the upside. Something
about travelling takes the whole idea of food off of my mind for a while.
I really want my stuff back and I am getting even more
homesick; I swear I cannot wait to be back in Dubai. I keep calling the airport
almost frantically and there has been no answer. My mum keeps telling me all
these things; ‘in case of next time’ she says…I am too angry to contemplate the
possibility of a next time. I keep chanting ‘home is where the bags are’ in my
head. Currently the bags are in upheaval which means home is in upheaval which
means I am in upheaval.
I had an argument of sorts with God today and I told him
that if I didn’t get my stuff back I would never come back. I feel like he
laughed and said ‘you were never gonna come back anyway’.
Oh I took some pictures today. Not anything to write
anywhere about. 
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