Pedindo desculpas pelo atraso, deixo aqui um curto excerto de uma série de artigos que tenho lido sobre este fascinante local. Só para aguçar a curiosidade:
“(…) As soon as he arrived at Dubai airport, his passport was taken from him by his construction company. He has not seen it since. He was told brusquely that from now on he would be working 14-hour days in the desert heat – where western tourists are advised not to stay outside for even five minutes in summer, when it hits 55 degrees – for 500 dirhams a month (£90), less than a quarter of the wage he was promised. If you don’t like it, the company told him, go home. “But how can I go home? You have my passport, and I have no money for the ticket,” he said. “Well, then you’d better get to work,” they replied…”
no The Independent; não deixem de ler este, também. Muito completos e elucidativos.
A Mesa de Café 