"Listen son.... money is happiness. If you have it you are happy. But if you don't, you'll be sad." I was six at the time, and the words didn't make sense then, like they do now. At the time, I was anxious to get into the fish market and look at the smells and sights and excitement of this strongly social occasion. These trips to the fish market were special, for these were times when my father and I were alone, a rarity since he was always busy. He was building a business then, a construction company that specialized in building electrical power stations. There were many of these needed, for my country, the United Arab
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