Mandarin Patisserie reveals a tragic tale of a common mans pursuit of a wonderful life in the much ballyhooed emirate of Dubai, in this case, by twenty-five-year-old Goan, Vivek Alvares. Vivek’s mercilessly harsh experiences in the property, gold, jewelry and other popular business sectors of Dubai reveal a view of the emirates dirty underbelly as only seen by those who hustle to make a buck on its streets. Vivek commences his journey as the quintessential good son, whose fine parents have provided him with comfort, good training, and a fine education in the UK and US. But, interacting with cold, transient strangers from all over the world while in a strange land, Vivek is too naive and trusting to notice red flags that forewarn a commonly experienced impending financial, emotional, and moral tailspin there. Too frequently in Dubai, young expats with the best of intentions find themselves in bizarre circumstances and difficulties, that frequently lead to collapse and their succumbing to Dubai’s detention and court system. Trapped within it, they discover that they’ve become commodities with an actual value on their heads – for Just as Dubai has made money selling sand, it makes money on just about everything else, including its prisoners who are rumored to be supported by big brother emirate, Abu Dhabi. The backdrop of what might otherwise be an ordinary journey fraught with expected challenges that one might expect to encounter when applying brains and ambition to achieve a modicum of success, is complicated in Vivek’s case by the fact that the emirate has not modernized in every sense that young ambitious people from throughout the world – and who have limited cultural knowledge or experience with the area – are willing to believe. Viveks situation is unique in that he becomes forced to confront a warning that his mystical mother had given him prior to his departure. Before he left, she told him that he would find himself caught in an ethereal vortex from which many are unable to emerge unscathed – if at all.