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He dominates the Manhattan-manqué skyline, beaming out from row after row of glass pyramids and hotels smelted into the shape of piles of golden coins.
And there he stands on the tallest building in the world – a skinny spike, jabbing farther into the sky than any other human construction in history.
"When he said Dubai, I said – if you want me to wear black and quit booze, baby, you've got the wrong girl. And I loved him."All her worries melted when she touched down in Dubai in 2005.Once the manic burst of building has stopped and the whirlwind has slowed, the secrets of Dubai are slowly seeping out.This is a city built from nothing in just a few wild decades on credit and ecocide, suppression and slavery. Every time she starts to tell her story, she puts her head down and crumples.Dubai is a living metal metaphor for the neo-liberal globalised world that may be crashing – at last – into history. She is slim and angular and has the faded radiance of the once-rich, even though her clothes are as creased as her forehead.
I find her in the car park of one of Dubai's finest international hotels, where she is living, in her Range Rover.This Neverland was built on the Never-Never – and now the cracks are beginning to show.