The ruler of Abu Dhabi, Sheik Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan, a visionary whose face is still emblazoned on street corners and hotel lobbies across Abu Dhabi, understood the peril his region-and by extension, his city-faced, and so formed a union, first with Dubai, and then with the other five emirates to establish the UAE. It hardly took any time for Iran to invade and lay claim to an island off the Persian Gulf coast. When the British government, logistically and financially no longer able to oversee the seven emirates, announced that they would be withdrawing from the region, the UAE was left vulnerable, sitting on a ton of oil without an army to protect it, or any governmental infrastructure for that matter. Before establishing itself as an independent country, the UAE was merely a leftover territory from British imperialism-with a ton of oil reserves. It’s a country born (just over 40 years ago) out of necessity. Should I be this scared? Is this a fear-for-your-life situation, or am I overreacting out of obliviousness? It really doesn’t help that no one else at Gate A3 looks like me, a feeling that I, a white 26-year-old male, don’t experience often.Ību Dhabi is the capital city of the United Arab Emirates, a collection of seven city states (or, emirates) spread across the southeast end of the Arabian Peninsula. I think it really has to do with the notion that I really don’t know anything about Abu Dhabi, and my imagination is being mostly informed with an ingrained preconception of the Middle East. But I don’t know if it’s totally that, just those nerves. I don’t sleep well on planes so this is basically a guarantee that I’m going to be awake for more than 24 hours straight. It is 14 hours or so to Abu Dhabi, a fact that’s definitely hanging over me. It’s not like I’ve never traveled before-I’ve been around, big time-but this time it feels different. I’m about to go to a city-no, a country, wait no, an entire region of the world-that I’ve never been to for the sole purpose of riding in fast cars and spending six days like I’m Brian O’Connor or Dom Toretto while hanging out with Roman Pierce.

On the one hand, I did agree to go on this trip to Abu Dhabi months ago-someone said “ Fast and Furious” or maybe just “Tyrese” and I blurted out, “I’ll do it.” But on the other hand, I am just sitting here, and the minutes keep ticking by, and something that once seemed so far away is now just moments from happening. I’m sitting at Gate A3 in the International Terminal of JFK Airport on maybe the hottest afternoon of the summer, doing a little bit of both. You either swim with it or let it wash over you completely.

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