Imagine... (Part 1)
It's April 2008 and you've just got the keys to your new flat in the MAG 218 Tower in the Dubai Marina. The Marina itself is a fantastic sight to behold--towers of every height and design lining the streets, a busy waterway through its heart with small boats ferrying tourists and residents and lots of folks walking along the promenade.
But what really interests you at this moment is walking into the flat you've waited 3 years for. Instead of driving into the parking structure in your own car, you decide to make a grand entrance. You hire a limousine for an hour and invite some friends to join you. After taking a brief tour along the Marina Ring road, the limousine approaches the MAG 218 Tower. Standing at he corner of the block, the tower appears in full view as you approach it. You forget for a moment the anticipation of stepping into your new flat as you take in the site of the futuristic structure you will soon be calling home.
Your limousine makes its stately entrance through the drive way and under the lobby's extended portico. The black shiny exterior of the limousine perfectly accents the aluminum cladding, grey stone, marble and glass that form the exterior structures and entry way. It creates a space that is wide, cool and modern with a minimalist aesthetic. You and your friends step out of the limousine and head through the tall glass doors into the spacious lobby.
As you turn back toward the doors, you wave off the limousine driver, while bright sunlight filters in through the tinted glass to the open space of the lobby. You walk up to the doorman who stands behind the reception counter in pristine white uniform. "Welcome to the MAG 218 sir," he greets you and you respond with a hearty, "Thank you." As you walk through the lobby, you look casually from side to side at the walls then up to the ceiling and across the floor--taking in the shiny new surfaces that you'll soon take for granted. Once in the elevator corridor you hope that the doors won't open too quickly, so that you can have just a few more minutes to take in the ambience.
But the moment you press the button the bell rings and one of the elevator doors promptly opens. "Is it the one I want...I need to get up to the 55th floor." Whatever the case you step inside, locate the button for your floor and begin the final ascent. You smile and chat with your friends, who are as anxious as you are to see the new flat. You don't realize the speed of the elevator until it begins to slow down near your floor. "We're here!" one friend says cheefully, and you step out of the elevator with a bubbling sense of glee.
"...08, ...09, ... There it is!" Key in lock, a brief hesitation, then voila, ...WELCOME to the MAG 218! There's no one to say it, but the walls seem to speak it. It's a small flat, only one bedroom, but the floor to ceiling window at the far wall creates an effect of grandeur. Never mind the shiny new floor or the pristine kitchen appliances, you head straight for the "stage front" windows. From the 55th floor it is a magnificent view. The towers of the Dubai Marina loom before and below you and you stare across the now diminutive waterway that snakes through the Marina.
"This is home?" you ask yourself, although you should be making a statement of fact. It's rather hard to believe.
(Specific references to floor or room numbers are arbitrary and do not indicate actual occupancy.)
Imagine... Part 2.
Story edidted 2006-01. Go to MAG 218 Fiction (Residents' Tales) for more fictional accounts, or return to MAG 218 Community homepage.
But what really interests you at this moment is walking into the flat you've waited 3 years for. Instead of driving into the parking structure in your own car, you decide to make a grand entrance. You hire a limousine for an hour and invite some friends to join you. After taking a brief tour along the Marina Ring road, the limousine approaches the MAG 218 Tower. Standing at he corner of the block, the tower appears in full view as you approach it. You forget for a moment the anticipation of stepping into your new flat as you take in the site of the futuristic structure you will soon be calling home.
Your limousine makes its stately entrance through the drive way and under the lobby's extended portico. The black shiny exterior of the limousine perfectly accents the aluminum cladding, grey stone, marble and glass that form the exterior structures and entry way. It creates a space that is wide, cool and modern with a minimalist aesthetic. You and your friends step out of the limousine and head through the tall glass doors into the spacious lobby.
As you turn back toward the doors, you wave off the limousine driver, while bright sunlight filters in through the tinted glass to the open space of the lobby. You walk up to the doorman who stands behind the reception counter in pristine white uniform. "Welcome to the MAG 218 sir," he greets you and you respond with a hearty, "Thank you." As you walk through the lobby, you look casually from side to side at the walls then up to the ceiling and across the floor--taking in the shiny new surfaces that you'll soon take for granted. Once in the elevator corridor you hope that the doors won't open too quickly, so that you can have just a few more minutes to take in the ambience.
But the moment you press the button the bell rings and one of the elevator doors promptly opens. "Is it the one I want...I need to get up to the 55th floor." Whatever the case you step inside, locate the button for your floor and begin the final ascent. You smile and chat with your friends, who are as anxious as you are to see the new flat. You don't realize the speed of the elevator until it begins to slow down near your floor. "We're here!" one friend says cheefully, and you step out of the elevator with a bubbling sense of glee.
"...08, ...09, ... There it is!" Key in lock, a brief hesitation, then voila, ...WELCOME to the MAG 218! There's no one to say it, but the walls seem to speak it. It's a small flat, only one bedroom, but the floor to ceiling window at the far wall creates an effect of grandeur. Never mind the shiny new floor or the pristine kitchen appliances, you head straight for the "stage front" windows. From the 55th floor it is a magnificent view. The towers of the Dubai Marina loom before and below you and you stare across the now diminutive waterway that snakes through the Marina.
"This is home?" you ask yourself, although you should be making a statement of fact. It's rather hard to believe.
(Specific references to floor or room numbers are arbitrary and do not indicate actual occupancy.)
Imagine... Part 2.
Story edidted 2006-01. Go to MAG 218 Fiction (Residents' Tales) for more fictional accounts, or return to MAG 218 Community homepage.
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