I wrote this in a Powercut.

So I wrote this sat on my balcony using candles and the moon to jot down in an exercise book what a Kuwaiti power cut is like. 
 If you ignore the walk up to the 11th floor and the lack of air con on a baking day, it's not a bad experience. I've paid more attention to Kuwait, well Mahboula, in the past few hours than I have since I got here. I'm noticing how orangy the moon is until it gets above the smog like, how hot all of the buildings and streets smell when it gets dark.
 I realised I hadn't set foot on my balcony until now, and how brilliantly sized it is for reading and writing. 
 I love how Mahboula sounds as well. it's like a million air con units and quiet cars, with the odd clatter of construction. and the smell just hits you every now and again. The smell of hot tarmac. 
I love being on the 11th floor,Ii get to tower above all the other buildings and see the sea. I get the sun rise and the moon rise. I'm pretty sure I'm straining my eyes trying to write, but I'll forget it all when the power comes on, well if it comes on since it's been off for 6 hours. Well, Inshallah as they say over here. 

That night I had a pretty impressive dinner, and the views were just beautiful.