Karen Andrews can’t speak. Every time she starts to tell her story, she puts her head down and crumples. 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. She has been sleeping here for months, thanks to the kindness of the Bangladeshi car park attendants who don’t have the heart to move her on. This is not where she thought her Dubai dream would end.
I wish Dubai would go back to being a dream land :( I’m gonna miss fantasising about how wonderful it would have been, but now I think that it probably never would have been that wonderful.
The dark side of Dubai - Johann Hari, Commentators - The Independent