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Like many other twenty somethings in the mist of the financial crisis, I left my home to travel the world. I didn’t know what I was looking for exactly but I knew that I needed to understand the developing world in order to understand my own. This landed me in the slums of Nairobi during [...]
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So I am trying to improve my track record with the blogging. It is now February 14th, which means I have let nineteen days elapse since my last post. Not great–but hopefully it will improve when I start to get a better sense of time, emerging from this dissassociative state. That, however, doesn’t mean that [...]
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It’s been two months since I stopped writing, three months since I was discharged from the hospital, one day since I completed my intensive outpatient program, and exactly one year since the start of the Egyptian Revolution. I decided to start writing again, with no objective in mind, except to be as truthful as possible. [...]
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In a sense, fleeing Egypt was easy, although I worried immensely about my reintegration into Western culture. But in the hours after I arrived in Germany, I met an old man on the train. His name was Stephano and he was Italian. He had spent the last ten years as a drifter, collecting food from [...]
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Oh , hello. I know I haven’t posted anything in a while. Actually, I never visit this blog at all and had to ask wordpress for my password again. This latest post was inspired yet again by a certain magazine and a certain editor at this magazine. It seems that one of my posts on [...]
Read more →It’s been a couple of weeks since the revolution, but in many ways, it is ongoing. We spend our time trying to rebuild our lives while also anticipating the counter revolution. In the days following the revolution, people seemed calm and happy due to the lingering excitement of Mubarak stepping down. People still gathered in [...]
Read more →End of the World Party.. We were so overjoyed when Ahmed showed up on our doorstep. Everyone talked in excited voices, asking him news of the outside. “What’s the deal with Tariq?” said Mairead. His Facebook said, “Mubarak Stay.” “Well you know, elections are only a couple months away. “He’s doing good things now.” “What?! [...]
Read more →It’s been sixteen days since the beginning of the revolution. We have food, water, and each other, ilHamdulelah. Despite all the atrocities being committed and all the people that have died, people are slowly resuming their lives again. Only a few days ago, their lives have been shattered and yet the shopkeepers shovel the shards [...]
Read more →This morning, I woke up early; still feeling like shit. At ten there was a knock at the door. It was Oliver. He brought me cigarettes and made some coffee for us to drink on the terrace. “The Egyptian government is saying that the foreigners are trying to instigate the protests?” “What?! I exclaimed. “Do [...]
Read more →In theory, arriving during Ramadan, seems like a great way to become quickly immersed in the culture. However, I had a rough time with it. In addition to adjusting to a new city, new climate, new environment entirely, I had the added difficulty of finding food during the day. On one particular day, I had [...]
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