Camp Jail??

In a city like Kuwait where a vicious work world is out there with expatriates and locals fighting for the perfect job, it's easy to get lost in the rat race and forget what life is all about. Parents are shopping for back to school stuff for kids, businessmen are getting their businesses back on track after the summer and young people are looking for the fall trends. Life seems so simple yet is it?

Deep in the heart of the Kuwaiti desert lies a world unknown to the average person. A world that looks like a scene from "The Day After". A depressing world. Thousands and thousands of tents lay erect on the desert sand with portable bathrooms around the corner. Kansas Avenue or New Mexico Avenue. No, this is not Spring camp. This is a camp that looks like hell itself and nicknamed Camp jail. You can check in but you can't check out, at least for most.

Yes, thank God for civilization. Thanks for the roof on my head, the bed I sleep on and would you believe, thanks for the bathroom that's not portable but most of all, thanks for the freedom of going wherever I want, whenever I please!

No matter the cause, no matter the price, I couldn't do it. Could you? And if so, how much would they have to pay you for you to check in but not check out? Actually, to put it more bluntly, how much do you think your life is worth?