A story in the paper about a 52-year-old guy from Kerala who drives a bakery truck and lives in a room in Sharjah with nine other working men: he won a luxury studio in one of the swank new apartment towers at the extreme opposite end of Dubai. Given that he earns about US$300 a month, I wonder how many lifetimes he would have to have saved up to actually buy the place? Refreshingly, he seems to have stayed completely level-headed in the face of this descent from heaven of someone else’s free-gym-membership lifestyle fantasy: he’s reported as saying he’s going to carry on living and working in the same setup, and sell the flat to pay for his children’s education. There’s a man with his priorities straight. A nicely comic illustration of the spread in ambitions between wealth and service in the new Dubai…