Piu 'times I tried to comment on what' is happening in Egypt in recent days. Tuned to Al Jazeera, tears in her eyes follow the Egyptians in the streets of Cairo. Sometimes I think to distinguish a few faces family in the crowd. Children with large, women with men, students and workers from all that day unceasingly occupy several areas of the capital and other cities' in the country. I still places ', those are' are familiar to me. In Tahrir Square dozens of times I made an appointment to Nada, Faith, and other friends before going to eat or walk together to the city '. The mugamma of gray cement. sad and austere as the thousands of Egyptians who work behind the counter, and 'the hated palace bureaucracy. Seems to swallow the tail of the morning. a funnel that holds the foreigners for visa renewal. And now, there it is' to observe that it seems dumb to wait to catch fire, along with all the papers stacked inside.
How many times have I loved and hated Cairo in that 'year and a half. More 'hatred or more' love? And meanwhile, postponed the 'good-bye. Again and again. Until finally I found a good alternative to the life that seemed so safe. Meanwhile, the Cairo and Cairo have filled my life for all those months and for many others on return.
Suddenly I remember about that time of night after the party. We ended up at the Mohandeseen Cilantro, for a coffee 'hangover whispering this and that .. how we felt on 'verge of something big was going to happen. Something that everyone at the table we sensed mature hand in hand to the resentment of the Egyptians. Nobody would have allowed then, but I knew them at the table shared my same desire to be there to assist, participate, direct witnesses of the revolutionary new and we were talking about, but without defining revolution - in a waver 'admit' evidence, or maybe just touch, compared and fear.
And now here I am to follow in the revolution led by thousands of miles. While Facebook contacts are divided between those who merely post photos and messages from Egypt 'and those who continue with business as usual, the same day, same shit. A revolution that has not been seen for years, and could have disastrous consequences. Not only for Egypt but throughout the Middle East el 'international balance .. yet. Geneva rises yawning. My lament is joined to tired 'echo of those who can not tie that match with the' last clean shirt.
The war has always fascinated me. Revolutions? To leave everything and go ..
How many times have I loved and hated Cairo in that 'year and a half. More 'hatred or more' love? And meanwhile, postponed the 'good-bye. Again and again. Until finally I found a good alternative to the life that seemed so safe. Meanwhile, the Cairo and Cairo have filled my life for all those months and for many others on return.
Suddenly I remember about that time of night after the party. We ended up at the Mohandeseen Cilantro, for a coffee 'hangover whispering this and that .. how we felt on 'verge of something big was going to happen. Something that everyone at the table we sensed mature hand in hand to the resentment of the Egyptians. Nobody would have allowed then, but I knew them at the table shared my same desire to be there to assist, participate, direct witnesses of the revolutionary new and we were talking about, but without defining revolution - in a waver 'admit' evidence, or maybe just touch, compared and fear.
And now here I am to follow in the revolution led by thousands of miles. While Facebook contacts are divided between those who merely post photos and messages from Egypt 'and those who continue with business as usual, the same day, same shit. A revolution that has not been seen for years, and could have disastrous consequences. Not only for Egypt but throughout the Middle East el 'international balance .. yet. Geneva rises yawning. My lament is joined to tired 'echo of those who can not tie that match with the' last clean shirt.
The war has always fascinated me. Revolutions? To leave everything and go ..
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