Four days in Cairo for for a friend’s graduation.
Festivities then roaming the city, including seeking out beer (it takes us two days, and four hours, the windows have plywood nailed over them because in this Muslim city, you don’t want to be seen from the street.)
Then a descent into tombs and Erwan (the brother) is bored and listening to hip-hop on his Iphone and I try to tell him no, these were the first rappers, don’t you see? They made whole rooms to show off their wealth and possessions. He doesn’t really buy it.
Mostly I am amazed by the movement – teaching cows to walk, the geese threatening to take flight.
We come upon the first rounded wall and the first graffiti (c. 1,800 BCE) done by some priests.
In Cairo I feel like I have awoken from a slumber – seeing old friends, back in a family, the pulsing of a city 20 million+, descending into the massive grave of 24 dead bulls with black granite tombs and then emerging to the pale heat of the desert – I just want more.
Al — Maybe you were an egyptian in a past life . . . Sounds amazing. XO R