Cairo, Habibi

And then you’ll reach the point when the temperature has been hovering around 100 degrees F for over a week and the humidity is 80% and the the sun is a dingy white disc because of a multiday sandstorm blowing down from the Levant and there’s no wind to clear the car exhaust out of the air and the police love to blast their new sirens for no reason outside your building late at night and you’ve just about had it with Cairo.

Then you find yourself on a beautiful balcony late at night, talking to your favorite Egyptian political cartoonist about satire, violence, and Charlie Hebdo; getting encouraged to read about Daoism; and hearing Egyptology gossip about the problems with animal mummies.

Cairo, that abusive lover, will push you to the edge and then woo you back, over and over again.

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