Francis Zola

A gift from god

Kuwait was almost a dead city. Apart from soldiers in gas masks patrolling the streets, the occasional blue-clad paramedic passing by in an ambulance was barely visible. Huangfulin drove as fast as he could to the Prime Minister's residence. Inside the palace it was the same scene, with soldiers and blue-clad personnel busy, not a single member of the prime minister's family or even his servants in sight. Suddenly Fahmy came out of the room, much thinner and tired. Huanglin was delighted and threw himself at him.