Pioneering a punchy left hander now called Raf’s point, KSA.  The three months from January to March have swiftly fallen into memory. My apartment is eerily quiet. Life is a countdown once again. Purposeless except for saving money and dreaming of a distant exit. What a total contrast to the excitement of the winter months, during which my son conquered the fun beaches and points of NE Saudi Arabia. We named one spot after him, “Raf’s Point”, where a small…