Kiev Chicken

I have been spending way too many hours running workshops of simulations of reality based on theoretical constructs that start with "assuming x and y are awesome, predictible variables based on rational and unchanging behaviours"...enough of that.

Last time I was so fortunate to stay right by the Kiev furnicular contraption that lead me down to the river and up to the golden dome. I think that might be all the sightseeing I will ever get done here.This time my apartment in the center of all the bling and the ladies parading in dangerous looking diamond studded stilettos. It is being rented out by people who have long retired to their dachas. Good to know capitalism worked for some at least. The little babuchkas who lost their life savings when the currency was devalued in the 90s certainly are not so fortunate. I do buy my apples from them, but I am unsure how they sustain themselves on their little odd jobs.

In any case, the premises are heavily secured and the way in is a bit ardulous. Three garage style doors with different number combinations, then some padlocks and finally a padded (from the outside mind you) door to the flat. Interestingly enough the windows are made out of plywood and don't really lock. I guess one must take a chance somewhere.

So and to all of you world travelers out there. If you had to make a decision between living in Singapore or Dubai, which one would you choose and why? Some short essays please.