A cloud of sand and fog moved into Sana'a and stayed several days. It did not deter the neighborhood children from playing in the streets into the late evening. Boys and girls both use the street as a playground, although normally they play separately. The girls play hopscotch, a game we took part in endlessly in the 1950s. I thought it had passed out of existence, but here it lives. The boys seem to play a version of dodgeball with a well-worn soccer ball. Occasionally the girls will get into a brawl in a kick-boxing style, with hair-pulling, taunting and trash-talking thrown into the mix. One group of adults passing by will break it up, then things re-ignite, then another adult will separate the opposing teams and leave and after a few minutes the whole cycle of vicious fighting begins again.