Dear Cairo,
Granted, 13 out of the 17 hours I spent with you were within the airport but I'd still like think I know you pretty well. You looked like you were falling apart! Buildings tumbling down, rubbish everywhere... And your men stare too much.
On the plus side, I'm glad I never had to cross your streets. It's like trying to run across a highway.
Maybe I'll see you again someday in the future.
But probably not,
r
Friday, January 1, 2010
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yeah, crossing the street in Cairo is all about chance. terrifying.
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