You can feel the past. It’s bound to every face you pass. It hangs on every living room picture. It's in the deserts and the oceans. It's in the streets and the songs. It’s in the palms and the sands. You’ll find it in the children and their grandparents. You can see it in the malls and the markets. In the cars and the cafes, in the peninsulas and in the animals. You’ll see it in the looks between lovers and the laughter between friends. It is wrapped up in the walls and in the air. It is the history of Kuwait.