The floor looks clean in this high-rise apartment, seven stories above Kuwait City traffic. Not a smudge in sight on the#picture window. On the other side of the glass, the maid is hanging on by one knuckle, screaming.
“Oh crazy, come here,” a woman says casually in Arabic, holding a camera up to the#maid.
“Hold on to me! Hold on to me!” the maid yells.
Instead,#the woman#steps back. The maid's grip finally slips, and she#lands in a cloud of dust, many stories below.