The birth of a city
By Peter Larson
The road north (and forward)
The desert sand floods the landscape north of Doha, and on a blustery Saturday afternoon whips against the side of the car. My driver is nervous. He’s starting to blink a lot, the way he does whenever he’s lost. Good God, man! Keep your eyes on the road.
“Here, sir?”
“No. Go right at the fork. I want to see the construction.”
