We were in Spain the summer of 1990, we had a nice beginning for a very promising summer vacation. Then we headed to nice, we stayed at my uncle’s place, and that was when we got the news that Iraq have invaded Kuwait.
I was young, 8 years old, and when they got the news, I was downstairs playing with their Nintendo (yeah the old one with big cartridges. I remember I liked Mario and that game with the gun.. I also remember that somehow my cousins loved playing zelda.. me not so much), and as I was playing, my brother who is 4 years my senior, came running down to me and told me “Kuwait have been invaded and my father was killed” He said those words with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen! Ofcourse at that age I didn’t understand a word, and ofcourse the comment about my father was lie, nothing happened to him il7emdillah. But then I gradually understood what had happened. From the shushhs and the occasional chub, Me and my younger brother knew that something extremely dangerous have happened and that we should steer away from the living room everytime they had Sky News on.
^My aunt’s house
Later that month we went to london, to stay at my grandfather’s place. My father met us somewhere between nice and london, I don’t remember since it’s all blurry now.. But I remember going to King’s Fahad academy in london.. I can’t believe how my parents convinced me to study so hard and let me go to school while all the other Kuwaiti kids were on a prolonged vacations! (its something I won’t ever forgive them for 😛 ) and then we moved to france so my mother could see her sister, then to nice again, then london.. and thats when we heard the good news about Kuwait and we, as in my parents, decided we should go to Bahrain in preparation to get back to Kuwait as soon as possible.
And in Bahrain we stayed at this place, shown in the pictures. I don’t know how much time we spent over there.. but I remember it was some of the best days of my life! My cousins were there, some little future blogger and bloggerette were living right across the street from us 😛 and we all had fun.
So going back to these places after 19 years was a very nice & weird experience. I remembered every wall and every place. In my memories, the places, houses and streets were much bigger than what they really are. I remember the streets being longer and wider, scary at night and with turns we didn’t bother exploring. Now that I’m 19 years older, I see things completely different. The first questions that come to mind are: How did we survive with no internet? How did we play on those narrow streets? How did we ever pass the time?! And why the hell was I scared from those streets at night???!
To each their own good and bad memories of those times (1990-1991) but for some reason mine were all great memories.
Ah, simpler times..