Back from Cairo bearing some deep ridges in the psyche, and in the soul. There is so much to say about Cairo and I find myself unable to articulate any of it. It cannot be enough to claim, blithely, that I fell in love with Cairo. That sounds unright. Love has too many spikes on the ECG chart. Too exciting or too distressing. This was the closest I have ever felt to returning home – without having actually arrived home.
Near the end, I contemplated staying. I was told that a marriage to a citizen yields a passport in only 2 years. Also that going undocumented is quite possible. I imagined a business that would sustain me – adding masala to various street foods in Cairo. (they have bhutta without masala!)
Funny that I thought only of alternate careers.
Here are some first shots from Cairo – many more will come. These are exteriors only.