I've got a golden ticket

It's 12:30AM and Chas and I just got home from Salsa dancing. We are taking a 12 week course ( we have had 3 lessons) and there are two bars that have salsa nights where we can practice. We decided to check out the Latino House for dinner and then dancing to follow. The ambiance was fabulous but the food was average with a high price, so we will probably just go for drinks next time. We are really enjoying salsa but find the practice nights to be a little intimidating. I can relate them to the movie Dirty Dancing, specifically the scene when"baby" walks into the dance club carrying a watermelon, we felt a little out of place. Tired and laughing at ourselves, we decided we would be better off practicing in our living room where we can step on each others feet and be completely off beat. So we left Latino House and jumped into a taxi heading for home. Our driver greeted us and was friendlier than most. With a smile, he asked if we had a good evening. We said " yes," but told him we were tired. Next, he asked where we were from. "The USA," I replied. "Are you from Pakistan?" I asked (most drivers are). "No, Kashmir," he replied. Then he asked if he could ask us a question. He wanted to know if the WWF was real fighting or pretend like a movie. He was disappointed to find out that it is all staged. He asked if we were dating and about our families. He wanted to know specifically how many siblings we both had. He was filled with questions but friendly so we didn't mind talking. All of a sudden our conversation changed. We began talking about Kashmir (the region that India and Pakistan have been fighting over for years) and all of the problems within that region. His cheerful smile disappeared and he began to tell us about his family and being a taxi driver in Dubai. He works the night shift from 6:00 PM- 5:00AM 7 days a week. He gets very little commission from his driving and the employer does not provide housing or flights. The worst part is the company he works for is holding his passport (which Chas has told me is illegal for them to do). He told us about his sister who is getting married next month and he is unable to attend. There is no way for him to get his passport back to be able to go. He told us his only brother and father were both killed in Kashmir do to the violence. Even if he were allowed to leave Dubai it would be very difficult and dangerous for him to re-enter Kashmir. We could hear the sadness in his voice and then he became quiet and discreetly wiped his eyes. We rode in silence for a while. I tried to change the conversation back to the WWF to lighten the mood but we were arriving back to our apartment and it didn't really seem appropriate to talk anymore. " You are lucky to have a USA passport," he said. "Yes we are," Chas replied. I guess we don't always realize/appreciate just how lucky we really are.