In Sinai, the simple fact that architecture exists is thanks to the water. An impossible landscape is converted to a false oasis, a golden calf of financial gain or brief psychological respite from the harsher external realities: not a building off the shoreline is completed and lies in waste, a kilometer away people are living in tents, this land is bullet-ridden and blood-stained. Hiding behind the trellises and ornate lampposts is a truth, but perhaps one we’d rather not consider.