not one but many. This year in Yemen carry burqas with sequins. The veils of Channel or Dior always be a classic but now most prefer the tacks. You may wonder what the hell do in a country. Save 200 euros per head. Flight Addis Ababa-Cairo out much cheaper if we did stop in Sana'a, the capital of Yemen, and here we are. We left the airport but three hours of waiting we have a long way. Only
meet a person who has been in Yemen and, she says, is the best trip ever done. And do not say either. Menchu, Oscar's sister and her husband Carlos are a few visas above and even more shots. If we had more days, we would visit the famous skyscraper in the desert of the sixteenth century. Or the old town of Sana'a, perfectly preserved 1000 years ago. Or even some of its islands with hundreds of native species, including the Dragon Blood Tree, a tree very similar in form and name-too-perhaps the canary Drago.
pity not have time to visit all this, though the show from the departure lounge is to not forget. Ahead of us we have two women who could be Bin Laden himself in disguise, because we can not see them even an inch of your skin. They face covered with burqa and gloves longer than those of Hilda's arm disappearing up under a black robe. Luckily they are the exception. The rest, at least, can look eyes, painted and repainted so carefully in fact disguised cabaret dancers seem to pass the border. Quim and Eve and told us that in Turkey the same day women were tightly covered, overnight and privately wore shorts and tops, dancing as if they were the best gogo girls from Pacha Ibiza. I can not imagine any of our neighbors giving the hip but the truth is that, on rising, we have seen smoking under brand jeans sticking them with a bell shape. If you add them to the Pepsi drinking straw that had been under the veil, you will understand the face of confusion with which we have been.
To top it off, reading the Yemen Observer discovered that long ago that they have a Women's Association, the same as yesterday complained to Parliament to annul a fatwa proclaiming different magnets just prohibiting the participation of any female in political life. A fatwa is something of a pastoral letter or letter but with much more coercive power than it would in our society. The controversial decision of its President for the next election at least 15% of parliamentarians are women is the cause of all this turmoil.
We are not observers of the UN but we played our passport to that, from now until then, the thing walk movidito by Yemen. That if he ever ceased to be. And do not say by military helicopters that have been killed by land or fighters hiding in camouflaged sheds and scattered asymmetrically around the airport. No. You just have to see the name of National Bank: Bank of Reconstruction and Development of Yemen. And if that's not enough, the guerrilla squad that walks through the airport as he owned the place, has made it clear that things are arranged here in the fast lane. Five or six men aged 30 to 40, in jeans, boots and shirts, marking muscled and logo mats equal but no marks. Boarding passes are different from the rest and one of their laptops, inadvertently, we can glimpse a picture that explains everything and nothing at once. A group of soldiers posing for the camera, with the famous Soviet AK33 rifle around his neck and some other Beretta in hand, some wearing military uniform, others simply for sport.
But these seem to be good. The bad, we are told, are the walk to the north teasing for months. The government boasts that everything is under control and as one example: the country's main highway is now open. As if it were normal in the world that was closed. So much so that when we took off after a while, we give thanks because Israel no one has come to attack Iran's nuclear facilities while we stop in Yemen. A Bethlehem never liked Pepsi through a straw. Let alone see the world through a veil. For many leading sequins.
meet a person who has been in Yemen and, she says, is the best trip ever done. And do not say either. Menchu, Oscar's sister and her husband Carlos are a few visas above and even more shots. If we had more days, we would visit the famous skyscraper in the desert of the sixteenth century. Or the old town of Sana'a, perfectly preserved 1000 years ago. Or even some of its islands with hundreds of native species, including the Dragon Blood Tree, a tree very similar in form and name-too-perhaps the canary Drago.
pity not have time to visit all this, though the show from the departure lounge is to not forget. Ahead of us we have two women who could be Bin Laden himself in disguise, because we can not see them even an inch of your skin. They face covered with burqa and gloves longer than those of Hilda's arm disappearing up under a black robe. Luckily they are the exception. The rest, at least, can look eyes, painted and repainted so carefully in fact disguised cabaret dancers seem to pass the border. Quim and Eve and told us that in Turkey the same day women were tightly covered, overnight and privately wore shorts and tops, dancing as if they were the best gogo girls from Pacha Ibiza. I can not imagine any of our neighbors giving the hip but the truth is that, on rising, we have seen smoking under brand jeans sticking them with a bell shape. If you add them to the Pepsi drinking straw that had been under the veil, you will understand the face of confusion with which we have been.
To top it off, reading the Yemen Observer discovered that long ago that they have a Women's Association, the same as yesterday complained to Parliament to annul a fatwa proclaiming different magnets just prohibiting the participation of any female in political life. A fatwa is something of a pastoral letter or letter but with much more coercive power than it would in our society. The controversial decision of its President for the next election at least 15% of parliamentarians are women is the cause of all this turmoil.
We are not observers of the UN but we played our passport to that, from now until then, the thing walk movidito by Yemen. That if he ever ceased to be. And do not say by military helicopters that have been killed by land or fighters hiding in camouflaged sheds and scattered asymmetrically around the airport. No. You just have to see the name of National Bank: Bank of Reconstruction and Development of Yemen. And if that's not enough, the guerrilla squad that walks through the airport as he owned the place, has made it clear that things are arranged here in the fast lane. Five or six men aged 30 to 40, in jeans, boots and shirts, marking muscled and logo mats equal but no marks. Boarding passes are different from the rest and one of their laptops, inadvertently, we can glimpse a picture that explains everything and nothing at once. A group of soldiers posing for the camera, with the famous Soviet AK33 rifle around his neck and some other Beretta in hand, some wearing military uniform, others simply for sport.
But these seem to be good. The bad, we are told, are the walk to the north teasing for months. The government boasts that everything is under control and as one example: the country's main highway is now open. As if it were normal in the world that was closed. So much so that when we took off after a while, we give thanks because Israel no one has come to attack Iran's nuclear facilities while we stop in Yemen. A Bethlehem never liked Pepsi through a straw. Let alone see the world through a veil. For many leading sequins.
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