9In April 2009 Kuwait was transformed into a vast advertising display. There were thousands of posters of various sizes in all the streets. The numbers grew day by day and in the end there was a poster wherever you turned your head – along the sides of the streets, on the roundabouts, on the back windows of cars and on the roofs of buildings.
As I was riding my bike to Ibrahim’s place one day, I suddenly had a feeling I was being watched by all the faces looking out from the posters. Some of the faces were smiling, others were grim. There were sharp, intelligent faces, expressionless faces and stupid faces. Most of the men on the posters were wearing traditional Kuwaiti dress, but some appeared in suits and ties. Very few of the advertisements had pictures of women. I later found out that
