A giant parking lot

The place is actually a giant parking lot. Yes that was indeed the dream of those who conceived of this place.

You see all they had was this desert, in which a few decades ago they discovered lots and lots of oil. With the oil came lots and lots of money. Now this money had to be put to some use so they decided to build this magnificent parking lot. And a magnificent parking lot it is indeed.

They had the money to fill this parking lot with lots and lots of cars and for the parking lot to be a thriving lot they brought in cars from car makers from all over the world - the Americans, the Japanese, the Korean, the French, the Italians and the Germans amongst others.

The more the merrier. A truly heterogeneous mix. If cars could mate and produce offspring’s, this place would provide a fantastic gene pool. It is indeed a true melting pot of cars from all over the world.

They wanted to build a true parking lot. By definition a parking lot is a place where cars come to rest after zipping around all day. They could very well have just gotten the car manufacturers to ship them the cars and park it for them in the giant open spaces but then the place would just have been a graveyard for new cars and a car graveyard is not a true parking lot.

So just getting the cars would not do. They needed people to zip around in these cars and road on which to zip them.

The local population was just not enough to provide enough people to zip in the cars. If you look at the nationalities of the car makers that I have written above, you will notice that there are not any Indians, Pakistanis, South East Asians, Australians, the British and Europeans (Brits, please note that I have mentioned the Brits as separate from Europeans).

The above were chosen as prime candidates for zipping around in these cars. After all they had been deprived of this pleasure.

Well this pleasure might not be enough the architects felt so they decided to throw in lots of money.

Money however would bring in another complexity which is the fact that money lying in the bank is just like a car graveyard. For it to be true money (just like a true parking lot), it needs to be spent. So the architects decided that it was necessary to bring in all the things that money can buy.

And those from the third world are just beginning to distinguish between what money can buy and what a lot of money can buy.

But like The Beatles said, “Money can’t buy me love”, and for that they gave us poor third world types the right to bring our wives provided all the paperwork was in place.