This article is going to be blunt. And probably a little biased. And so, here goes.
As I write this, I'm on the top bunk of a double-decker bed, listening to a symphony of snores, air conditioning, and rather noisy traffic. I have my earphones on. I usually write to music. This time, I can't find any music fitting the seriousness of this article. And so, I lie here in the darkness. And silence. Relative silence, rather.
I share the 4.-something by 4-something metre room with five other people, six metal lockers, and an assortment of personal effects, which by their nature, cannot fit into said lockers. Some of the effects are placed under the bed, some on top of the aforementioned lockers, and some, pretty much anywhere there's space. What all this means is, the room gets really congested.
Just to give you an example, when we're getting ready for work, all of us occupy the same narrow strip of space left after the beds and lockers take the lion's share of the real estate.
So, we're getting ready for work, right? First of all, depending on where your locker is situated, you have to dodge anywhere between two and five roommates as you meander through, assuming you're coming from the shower. There were eight shower cubicles for 72 of us.
So, you get your stuff, then you have to maintain constant situational awareness, to avoid bumping into at least two people, as you bend forward to put on underwear if you didn't do that in the shower. Even if you did that in the shower, it doesn't make any difference. You still have your trousers. Bend forward you must.
Again, situational awareness is paramount when putting on your shirt. Wouldn't want to clock a guy's jaw by accident. Even if it were an accident, it wouldn't be perceived as such. Tensions are already high within this petri dish of a room, and you wouldn't want to aggravate matters.
The room is so small that some of us, on some days, opt to wake up a little later, to avoid the hassle. I mean, when you have to wait turns to make your bed, how big do you think the room is? Funny thing is, we work for a certain company, a subsidiary of Qatar Foundation, and someone from the company actually came and inspected and approved the arrangement. This is really interesting because everyone in our line of work knows how the Qatar Foundation is strict and noble when it comes to employee welfare.
"...we work for a certain company, a subsidiary of Qatar Foundation, and someone from the company actually came and inspected and approved the arrangement."
Lots of unanswered questions there.
Moving on...
My plight is the same as, if not better than, most of the people living in the accommodations spanning the entirety of the Industrial Area. If I had to describe life here in one word, it would be: bleak.
I'll probably do an article on that, but for now, let's forge ahead.
Six people in one room seems tolerable if you compare it to those sleeping eight in a room. I personally have been a guest of such hospitality. It was dehumanising. I have also peeked into certain rooms, belonging to different companies, that carried a similar number, albeit with deplorable hygienic conditions. I remember feeling a blend of emotions.
First was disgust at the state my eyes beheld. Second was pity for the inhabitants. Third was appreciation for the better conditions on our side. Fourth was confusion over how and why such a thing happened. Fifth was ire. Sixth was melancholy.
These hit me all at once.
These are not all that I felt.
Six people in one room is bad. Eight is preposterous. Ten is uncalled for.
Yes, I have heard of some camps having ten people sleeping in one room. Some even more. Now, I cannot verify (see sidebar) this, but I would be more surprised if it were false than if it were true. These things are happening.

