A large temporary working population is an extremely old phenomenon here. There have always been lots of Africans, Indians, Mediterraneans, and Europeans mixing on the streets here, either directly engaged in the traffic in goods passing through the Gulf, or offering services to those who are. There is a lot of the world to see here, but I know I’m not seeing what is really on the street. The differences among people. The divisions that they see. Today I asked someone whose job is to help me settle in if she spoke Arabic, thinking she was from the subcontinent. But she is from Sudan, of course she speaks Arabic.