A couple of days ago, I was talking with a friend who’s just left his job. Him and I met in Dubai; we both started work on a scorching day in June as the temperatures were pushing 48C (118F) and been friends since, for almost 14 years now.
As he was wrapping up his life in Dubai to move back to the UK, we were reminiscing about some of the things we both…
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