On our way to Bali, we had to stop in Dubai, where we were waiting 15 hours for another plane to the dream destination. They forced us to leave the airspace of the airport, making it an indirect pretext for insight into a somewhat strange world.

Like elsewhere, we had to go through passport control. But this was a really special experience ... Everywhere I see men in those strange white robes and totally concealed women. Perhaps the only place where, in a sense, the surprise of a woman's face with a revealed face is surprising, is passport control. She sits behind the counter and totally without any expression and emotion. I say she is actually beautiful and it is a great shame that she does not smile, although it would be nice if she could.

I'm really on the way with a little backpack, in which I have a few personal things, do not wear clothes, a cell phone, a camera and a recorder so I can keep in touch with you. I repress that something is not entirely up to their imagination. They check my backpack on the scanner and argue. I do not quite understand what is happening, and their stone faces and the detached approach are unpleasant to me.

Finally, the mysterious woman still puts a stamp in my passport and lets me out. I'm just kidding them worrying about my dictate. I almost thought she did not think it was a bomb ?! Finally, we can go with my fellow travelers together to the city of Dubai, the name of Dubai.

 

There is just the night and the local world is going to sleep. A lot of extra energy. For me, as a woman, a lot of hard to inaccessible energy. On the one hand, a very interesting and futuristic city with a culture completely different for us. There are crowds of tourists from all over the world with natives who act like people from another planet - with their own religion and social rules.

At every turn, you feel the enormous splendor and unshaken mastery of the male spirit. I have a very special mix of feelings from this place. In my feminine being, I seem to have been driven unconsciously to a certain place. In my mind, I think that feeling is perhaps a clear mirror of my past lives, when I probably went through something similar to what is happening today to local women here and now. It grips my chest, and I find images in my mind that I do not know, but I feel like I'm close. In the inconspicuous question to my fellow travelers, as they dream, one of them answers: "We've all gone through this past lives. Now you have a unique opportunity to heal things and let them go. "

 

The city is actually built on the edge of the desert. Still, I feel the water in the air at every turn. We are just passing through the shopping mall. For a brief moment, I am staring at the monumental fountain, and behind it, perhaps, the highest high-rise building in the city on which colorful lights are projected. I'm just a skit. Still, I try to get a little bit of a genius loci.

Men walk in white, brown or black robes. Women always covered from head to toe. I wonder what it is that they have different colors, whether it's a question of social status or religious style. I have dozens of inquiring questions that I would like to know the answer to.

Another special experience awaits me in the subway where women have their own wagons reserved. She can not travel together with men. I hear other special bans: do not chew, drink or eat in public ... Everything is punished by a fine of 100 AED (approximately 600 CZK).

There are very strong emotions in me. It really is a mocker to work with those feelings that open in me, even though I can not describe them in detail. It is like the forgotten world of my old soul. Maybe you've ever had it. Maybe you've come somewhere - some place where you have come back with a mixed mix of feelings: anxiety, anger, joy, enthusiasm, emptiness, fear of the unknown, euphoria, terror and anger ... feeling like they're throwing you into some uncontrollable faith in events ... as if you were back in time somewhere where it was very different to living and being. How did you work with it? Do you have that experience? Or were you afraid to feel fully that you did not even allow them to enter your present life?

Women are perceived here as sacred, but not in the respect of a man. Rather like things men can own and control. It's hard for me to understand that even nowadays there are places on our planet Earth where something like that still holds true ...

I still have about 12 hours left for personal work - to learn how to leave my past leave. Hold your fingers - or even better ... Try to think about it too. Try it. Do it…! I'm looking for the right words to find inner peace: If I ever hurt you in the past (past life) or present, please forgive me! If you have hurt me in the past or present, I forgive you with love in my heart!

History

Dubai is the capital of the Emirate of the same name in United Arab Emirates and the most populous city in the country. To distinguish from the emirate, the designation is used Dubai City. Located on the Gulf Coast. Almost all of the economic, social, cultural and political life of the Emirate takes place in its capital, where approximately 99% of the population of the Emirate lives. Many residents in the city live because of lower rents in the neighboring Emirate of Sardha, which is close to the gates of the city.

The city lies on the northern edge of the Emirate. It is part of the agglomeration, consisting of the growing cities of Admand, Dubai and Sharjah, each of which is the capital of an emirate. The city of Dubai is divided into two parts by the bay of Dubai Creek, which is often mistakenly described as the river, but is the tip of the Persian Gulf. These parts were in the past separate towns of Deira on the north side and Bur Dubai on the south side. Today the city of Dubai is divided into 14 neighborhoods ...

The main trade item of this world is oil, which is exported to the world. This is the largest driving force of the local economy.

Ban on flights to Mars

Libor Budinsky (iDNES.cz) presents one point of interest: Though the inhabitants of Dubai are very modern, they must not fall into space, such as the planned journey of volunteers to Mars. The Islamic Center of the Emirates has recently decided that the way to Mars is comparable to suicide that is forbidden in Islam and so involvement in the Red Planet settlement is morally unacceptable to all Emirates residents ...

TaUra: One more point. Even in this world there is censorship. I was not able to connect to wikipedia and some websites. Freedom of speech and the spread of ideas is still limited here ...

(04.01.2019 @ 05: 26)