Postcards From Failaka

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I found these pictures while I was moving through some files while looking for some old documents which I needed badly. These have been lying in a corner in one of my external storage devices. A few years back when I was in Kuwait, I had visited Failaka Islands while we were in the process of designing a Resort. Returning back I had send off some postcards from Failaka to my friends. These were from the good old times when we still used to send letters via emails and have not migrated to the social networking sites. Those were also the days when my camera used to consume film rolls and was yet to migrate to memory sticks.

Failaka is a tiny Island and part of the state of Kuwait. When Kuwait was occupied by Iraq, Saddam Hussein’s Iraqi army was stationed there in large numbers. We could still see the marks of their presence after one and half decades of their departure!
As the Koreas are planning for something big and ugly after the barrage on the tiny island of Yeonpyeong in the western waters near the Koreas' maritime border, I find these postcards very relevant.






Comments

  1. RajeshNovember 25, 2010 at 6:59 AM

    Beautiful postcards from the island.

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  2. sujata senguptaNovember 25, 2010 at 9:19 AM

    beautiful pictures, and lovely captions. The green door is really quaint

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  3. ZuzanaNovember 25, 2010 at 1:00 PM

    It is so much fun to find forgotten images.;)) These are like a breath of fresh air to me, sea and sun.;) Here we are under 15 cm of snow.;)
    Nice to see you around again.;))
    xoxo

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