Self-Embargo

First of all I should thank for all the warm greetings that I received for my birthday from the commentators on this blog, thank you all.
I was thinking of the last time that I actually wrote something about where we live right now- Tripoli- then that time seemed far enough to make me wonder why it has been like this. I was supposed to have a sense of adventure and discover something different which people normally have to live in a place for a while to find that out. Something that could be determined as interpretation of an expatriate. I haven't done that because I have not been much in contact with the city and local residents and that's because I've been spending most of my time at home and that I prefer not to go out by my own since some curious treatments make me uncomfortable which I know I should not care about but I do and have put myself under some sort of sanction. And I seem totally happy with that.
I remember the time I met one of the spouses of the company that my husband works for. She and her husband were about to leave Libya. She told me that they had been living here for almost 3 years. I got happy as I was quite new in here and thought to myself: "Great! finally some body to ask comments on where we're going to live" but my happiness got to its end quickly when she told me she didn't know any thing specific about here. I remember I left her while I was thinking how could someone be this much passive?
Well, what can I say...I think now I am the someone!