tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36730971933446395862024-03-05T04:30:43.744-08:00Faye in EgyptFayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-53290797437714382352011-08-01T10:33:00.000-07:002011-08-01T10:33:33.133-07:00I love you Cairo, but it was time to leave you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">July 27, 2011 I left Cairo. Nearly three years after arriving in August 2008. Why did I leave?<br />
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Long answer. When I started the advertising job in August 2010 I said I would stay there for a year and then go home. I left the job before that but sort of always planned on leaving in August anyways. This plan was kept inside my head or whispered to close confidants. Who wants to live somewhere as if they are leaving? Better those around you think of you as being there for a while. To continue, Ramadan is a great time to be a non-Muslim in a non-Muslim country and three years is a good amount of time to be away from home. Three years is also a "shit or get off the pot" point. As in, I needed to commit to Cairo for real, learn Arabic, get my own apartment and start thinking of it as a permanent home and not just "where I was" or leave.<br />
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Other contributing factors include, but are not limited to... increasing national instability, most of my friends having left or planning to leave (bye Chrissie, Mike, Yusef and others), increased desire for pork products, increased desire for mountains, increased need for family hugs, decreased desire for noise and air pollution, my parents for the first time in three years saying "we would like it if you were home," increase desire for sister time, increased feelings of disconnection from friends stateside, and a nagging sensation (to use a cliche phrase) to start creating a permanent life somewhere (well not really permanent). <br />
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I think it is a little weird I feel like I have to justify leaving a country, but I do. Why? Well, I really loved Cairo. Still do actually. I had a job I liked, a pretty rad business (Cairo Cocktails), good friends, a handle on the scene and more of all of the goodness to come. But, the daily difficulties were beginning to outweigh the epic weekends and crystal blue seas. Post-revolution life for foreigners is dramatically different in many good, expected and annoying ways. After three years I was starting to get to reactive and losing all patience with random people on the streets. In the weeks before I left I threw half a kilo of apricots a man in BMW when he pulled up next to me and told me I had a nice ass. True statement, but unwanted and tacky to put it nicely. After I felt only regret at not having rotten fruit to throw. Also, I hit a man with a book in the metro when he whispered something nasty to me as I walked in front of him. Also, I screamed at the government customs agents who stormed my work office. Who yells at government agents? The negatives of Cairo were beginning to overtake the many positives. Time to leave with happy thoughts in my head. <br />
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So after a particularly rough week in June I decided why wait till August? Why not just leave before then? Bought a ticket and started feeling really good about the decision. Who knows, after a few months of a depressed American economy, my faded tan, Tea Party idiots on the news, missing Cairo friends, Seattle rain and job searching I might be crying for Cairo. I will keep you posted. <br />
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For now though I looking forward to hiking, road trips, weddings, greenery, mid-west visits, friends a phone call away, election season and getting reacquainted with the USA.<br />
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Amazing to have been in Cairo.<br />
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Good to be home.</div>Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-28604772783449660662011-06-23T07:40:00.000-07:002011-06-23T07:40:18.121-07:00For mothers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/4ZxrIbTMJr4?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>For the mothers still with us and those that have passed. Because we never had to ask you to take care of us. You just did. Thank you.</div>Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-68643497227929897742011-05-31T09:19:00.000-07:002011-06-01T04:13:15.529-07:00Virginity Tests: A Revolutionarily Disgusting Idea<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Every man and woman should remember every single woman they see walking down the street is someone's mother, sister, auntie, grandma, niece or cousin etc. There is no "other" type of women, as the Major Amr Imam of the Egyptian Army claims when talking about the protesters who were arrested and forced to undergo "virginity tests. He told CNN that</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The women who were a part of the Jan25 Revolution were exactly the same as your mother, your sister, your aunt etc. They were then and are now women, like all women. Their bodies are their own. Their virginity is their concern and not a tool to be used by police to show the jailer's innocence upon release. Though varied in size, shape and color, women's bodies are fundamentally the same. The rights all women should have to protect and keep our bodies safe should be as similar. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Othering" a segment of the population is popular in every country. "They" are on welfare, only "they" do drugs, I won't get AIDS because I am not one of "them". Well in a city were 98% of women report getting sexually harassed on a daily basis there really is no "other" type of woman. If you are a guy and you still think only a "certain" type of girl gets harassed you are blind, ignorant and scared. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Egypt is changing, slowly, but change is happening. Some women I know report less harassment and some report more. Certainly all reports from Tahrir during the height of the Revolution were of men and women side by side in the most respectful and equal manner. Keep the faith Egypt; get vocal and get upset about this behavior. Sexual abuse by the police or army is not set aside for women only. Men are victims of this as well and will be as long as it is tolerated in any form. No country will ever be a great country until all its citizens are equal and feel equally safe. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't know of a country where women feel totally safe. But I had never heard of a country that peacefully deposed an autocratic ruler in less than 30 days either and Egypt you did just that. The world expects the worst from you, keep showing them the best. Be upset about this, be vocal in your opposition and keep demanding better from your countrymen and women.</span></div>Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-37949945665024597252011-05-30T03:05:00.000-07:002011-05-30T03:05:26.548-07:00Monday Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/9p_v5eP0x4E/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9p_v5eP0x4E&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9p_v5eP0x4E&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br />
</div>Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-55835991627094530542011-05-17T05:49:00.000-07:002011-05-17T05:49:51.123-07:00This is what really matters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We all know the importance of hair. Historically (Samson and Delilah), biblically (washing feet with it), economically (you can sell it for wigs at a good price), sexually (otherwise why would some suggest women hide it?), children's books (Rapunzel) and socially (oh girl, you got that good hair). So while the fires of revolutions rage throughout the Middle East (a region particularly adverse to hair), Europe gets bailed out and America attempts to get rid of all forms of social welfare programs I say we focus on what really matters: the hair of important people or people we see on TV a lot. There are a few standout men and women in the public eye who would clearly be less important without their hair. Here are my nominations for best hair on the heads of a semi-polical figures.<br />
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Best Braids: Omar Bin Laden, son of Osama.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hot dam his hair is sexy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How can Obama ignore his request for more information about the death of his father when faced with such sexy braids? He can't. Expect a press release soon and those photos people won't stop whining about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Best Dye Job: Mubarek</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp34olARGEC7A0R1TVhuc96LktQqGYthWTXau1uA6K4oGIgq0IY7bSeQxdJ36cw_a6z-S0xB1hgzJ9gBQoglYRoYWvTW77VfdBxRTFbkf8RZQ9SYcDuPezktRgbWkZ7jq4uhTaDsXNEG8/s1600/77497936-mubaraks-health.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp34olARGEC7A0R1TVhuc96LktQqGYthWTXau1uA6K4oGIgq0IY7bSeQxdJ36cw_a6z-S0xB1hgzJ9gBQoglYRoYWvTW77VfdBxRTFbkf8RZQ9SYcDuPezktRgbWkZ7jq4uhTaDsXNEG8/s320/77497936-mubaraks-health.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His 30 year rule played second fiddle to his hair's eternal darkness. Like the Pharaohs before him, beauty mattered. Check my last post on his personalized pin-stripes. Unlike the Pharaohs Mubarek did not prepare for his after life with the same vigor and we must be assumed his hair has faded, his riches will be looted and his tomb will go undecorated. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am not a fan of "The Donald" and his hair does not help the cause. I do find it amazing that the stupidity of his hair style has been trumped (pun intended) by the stupidity of his "presidential campaign". The biggest crime Donald commits is giving red heads everywhere a bad name as most of us have wonderful hair. He should be kicked out of the tribe and forced to go brunette. I bet Mubarek's colorist is unemployed and could help him out with that transition.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>"Who's goals are different and destinies intersected, the struggle between life and people gets more intense. Life is as vibrant as this timeless river and people live it heading for the unknown."</div>Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-55525077273015778212011-03-08T03:09:00.000-08:002011-03-08T03:15:13.783-08:00That suit!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">There is no reason for this post other than the photo below. You know you were a gangster when you had a pin-stripped suit with your name as the stripes. WOW. Do you think Qaddafi has one? Would he know how to spell his name in English? Qaddafi Gaddafi, Kadaffi, Q'addafi and the list goes on. Even Hosny is potentially misspelled. Could by Hosni. Hope his tailor did not get in trouble for that. What do you think it is like to the tailor to someone like Mubarek?<br />
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<a href="http://kimjongillookingatthings.tumblr.com/">Kim Jong-Il Looking at Things</a>. You will not be disappointed.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe this amazing story I heard from a friend about Libyan state TV before Qaddaffi started killing everyone. The brother in law of my friend, let's call him Jim, was in Libya for work. Noting the extreme lack of night life Jim went back to his hotel room after dinner to watch some TV. A few minutes into his program the broadcast cuts and Qaddaffi appears on screen for a service announcement. In this announcement he immediately begins to yell at the TV audience, screaming "You are wasting your lives watching TV. You are useless, lazy and good for nothings. Get up and do something." The PSA abruptly ends and regular programming continues. Um, what? Can you imagine watching a CSI rerun and all of the sudden Qaddaffi is on the screen screaming about how lazy you are for watching state TV? Amazing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, I don't want the epic stories of craziness to over shadow the cruel, murderous and senseless actions of Qaddaffi. Crazy or not he is one horrible SOB who is joined by far to many dictators we tend to pass off as "crazy," "delusional," or "eccentric". When really they are just murders.</div><br />
</div>Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-42117173249320459612011-02-21T05:54:00.000-08:002011-02-21T06:27:19.427-08:00Cairo-2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">If I wondered, and I did, if I would be here for the “big one” my dreams/fears you came true. Egypt, from Aswan to Alexandria and Cairo to the Sinai blew up. Millions of people came out and displayed civic and democratic sensibilities which most of the world did not think existed in Egypt. Mubarek sort of stepped down after many people were killed and many voices were threatened with violence. You have all watched the news I assume and unless you were watching FOX Not-So-News then you should have a good idea of what happened.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I arrived back to Cairo on Wednesday. Went to work on Thursday. Went to the peaceful demonstration on Friday, “The day of Remembering the Martyrs,” where the crowd resembled that of a country fair without the rides or livestock. If you have been to a country fair you know they are a real cross section of people. In America the cross section tends to be horribly unattractive, mainly interested in fried Twinkies and spattered with the young kids completely enthusiastic about rides, 4H and the freedom you have when you run through muddy grass fields to wait inline to win a silly carnival game.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In Cairo much was the same, but different and with less grass. There were bystanders stopping to watch a speakers in corners, kids crying and begging mom for a shoulder ride, loud speakers, vendors shouting and then you had a few “main stage” acts vying for visitors. Tahrir was crowded, not hostile, you had the sense most were “tourists” not the OG Tahrir protesters and all seemed happy. Various “marches” went around the square, up to the edges, ventured in and then left again. There was the march for tourism in Egypt, the large flags busting through crowds like Chinese New Year Dragons, the faces of the dead help up on signs, flags for sale, ribbon for sale, stickers for sale and even some water for sale. All in all, a lot like a country fair. I was happy I went and got over the small amount fear I had about coming back to Cairo. I also know I missed the real thing, but don’t have to many regrets about not being in the thick of it. I think there is another demonstration next Friday. I expect there to be one for many Fridays form now until things actually change.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After the protests on Friday the Cairo Jazz Club opened, from 3-11pm, for curfew style bar hours. The place was packed and the song below was blasted no less than three, maybe four or five, times and everyone sang along each time. “Sout Al Horreya,” written and performed by a local rock band and is a truly beautiful song. The video is all footage from "real day" in Midan Tahrir and gives a really good idea of just how many different people were there. For now people are cautiously optimistic I would think. They are dealing with a new sense of freedom and a newfound ability to voice an opinion.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">I have a heavy heart because I left Cairo. Currently I am in the UK, safe, happy, loved, damp from rain and baking cookies. That sounds trite. I don’t really know how to talk about this whole experience in any other way. I feel as if I was dating someone and then their family started to hate our relationship so we tried to be secretive about it for a while and then I started to feel horrible about causing family troubles and left. I walked out of the door with a lot of love, respect, two heavy suitcases and sadness in my heart. Does that make sense? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I feel like cheating for leaving. I feel like a weenie, I also feel like there was no place for me there. I was under the feet of the people I lived with. I was not working. As much as foreign support for the protests matters, it was not my fight to be in the middle of on the ground. I could not really leave the house. Effectively I turned into a housewife. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Here is a little breakdown of what I was doing during the days I was in Egypt for the much needed revolution. I stayed inside, I watched TV, I cleaned up a bit, I organized a closet, I did my nails, when there was no phone or internet I did not use either, I checked in with the embassy and got conflicting reports about evacuations every day, I helped Ayman make the house safe, I got into the car twice to take two exploratory trips, I let my nerves and fear get control for periods of time and then calmed down, I stared at screens when thugs on camels whipped people, I was scared when I heard gunshots outside, I worried the people I knew and loved were getting hurt, I made food, I cried when I thought about leaving, I did dishes and when there was phone and internet I checked in with friends and family. My birthday happened on the most deadly day of the protests. I was unhinged because the life I had built (and was really happy with) was being torn away so unexpectedly, but at the exact same time beyond happy it was happening at all. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">When I first moved to Cairo I wondered if at some point “shit would hit the fan” in the Middle East/North Africa. Maybe it would be Israel or Sudan. Both those guesses are, for the moment, wrong and for better or worse I was in Egypt. I have many foreign and Egyptian friends who are still there, a few who have left for good and a few doing exactly what I am doing.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I left with the intent of letting things calm down and then hopefully return. Nothing has really calmed down and nor should it. Nothing can calm down until the very simply stated and clear demands of the Egyptian people are met. Egypt is a beautiful country and it deserves a real government, one that does not torture and oppress the people it represents. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ultimately I am in awe of the absolute people power exhibited almost out of nowhere. Before this revolution I had not heard one single Egyptian say, with a straight face, they were proud to be Egyptian. Now you have millions screaming it at the top of their lungs.<span> With that sentiment and hte bravery shown by so many</span> I remain in awe and I hope I can go back to a new and more beautiful Cairo. I actually really like my job, I have great friends I would like to see and I want to make fancy cocktails for Cairo Cocktails. All that seems trivial and I feel like a turd for thinking such thoughts, but at the same time people are revolting for a real democratic and stable life. Aren’t things like silly parties and work part of stable life? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div></div>Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-17508262573631462972011-01-27T13:32:00.000-08:002011-02-10T08:37:02.319-08:00Revolution?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">As you may all know Egypt is experience a moment of revolution. Since the 25th of January men and women, old, young, long haired, veiled, educated and uneducated have been taking to the streets to protest 30 years of Mubarek's rule, impoverished living conditions, a police state and a general lack of true freedoms. The first day of protests I was out of town. Yesterday the protesters were met with immediate police force. Beebee gun bullets and tear gas were used to separate the protesters, who were then chased through Cairo's streets and separated. Today the streets are unnaturally quiet for a Thursday night and it can be assumed that people are either afraid to leave or resting for tomorrow's events.<br />
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Tomorrow after noon prayers a large demonstration is expected. "They" have blocked facebook, blackberry networks are down and twitter has been blocked for the past few days. Proxy servers seem to be working. But, considering how few people have actual access to internet (especially compared to numbers in Tunisia) the gatherings have been large.<br />
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I have registered with the embassy, two years later, and no warnings have been sent out. I am safe and will not be taking part in the protests. While I support the idea and motivation of the protests, this is not my fight and is not something a foreigner should be involved in on the ground. The best coverage I have seen is the Guardian UK, they have pretty good updates. If you search on twitter #jan25th or #egypt a good thread should show up. If I am not on facebook this is why. <br />
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Email works. I have no clear idea of how far this will go and expect that the strength of tomorrow's demonstrations will set the tone for the rest of what could become a revolution.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">After the whirlwind trip to the USA I returned back to Cairo to keep working at Square Cube Communications and keep living in Heliopolis. Well, those two things are over! I have moved down to Maadi and in with Ayman. Life simplified a great deal with one cross-town move. I am now closer to most of my friends, closer to Ayman, across the street from one of the best restaurants in Cairo (Cellar Door Bistro), two blocks away from the metro and living in an incredibly pleasant home. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Then at the beginning of October Anastasia came to visit. Luckily I had a vacation and we went out to the Sinai. Of all the people I have wanted to show the Sinia to Anastasia was number one. We stayed at the Good Life, got a little tan and chilled out. Then we went back to Cairo and I went back to work. Ana did some epic tourist activities with the help of Chrissie and a few solo. We went out together at night. Not everyone I wanted her to meet was around and I was stuck at work during the day, but she caught a glimpse of my life here. One of the best things about sister visits is that Anastasia takes amazing pictures, all the photos below were taken by her.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I now work at <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Gizah-Egypt/Ranias-Corner/120464324679553?ref=ts">Rania’s Corner,</a> a concept boutique. We sell high-end furniture, clothing knick-knacks, jewelry and other fun things. I manage the shop and assist Rania with what ever comes up. So far I love it. We had a fun event this week, a jewelry showcase. Plus, the customers are amazing people, the environment is fun, I get to wear better clothes and I am actually being used. Even if all that was not true my new commute would make the change worthwhile. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">In other news Chrissie and I launched a business. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/cairo.cocktails?ref=ts">Cairo Cocktails</a>, please become our friend on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/cairo.cocktails?ref=ts">facebook</a>. After being here for a while the two of us noticed a real gap in the service and quality of bartending at events and parties. Either you pay a ton to import fancy shmancy folks from Europe or you are stuck with cheap local bartenders who do not drink and make martinis with Martini and Rossi over ice. We are somewhere inbetween. We have great experience in customer service, bartending, are professional and passionate about bringing real cocktails to Cairo. We work with a host to prepare a specialized cocktail menu, make our own syrup infusions and have gotten a few gigs so far. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Plus, Chrissie is a networking queen and has found a few other excellent Americans with bartending experience to help us out. Hopefully we can really get things going and have more fun. People in general are enthusiastic about the idea and really supportive. We got a great write up in <a href="http://www.quintessentially.com/newsletters/2010-10-18/article/11291/?ctf=MTA0MTA5MS0xNDg5MQ==">Quintessentially</a>, a concierge service found in almost every major city around the world.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">So life in Cairo goes well and I am fairly happy. We just had a big long vacation. I went back to the Sinai with Cairo friends and Fran (from UW-Madison), who was teaching in Tanzania and now traveling with her friend Jeffrey. They will be eating Thanksgiving Day dinner with us tonight. Yeah, life sounds pretty good right?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Faye, who has very many things, people and places to be thankful for. She is thankful for a family who makes her feel loved enough to do crazy stuff and takes their time and money to come visit (all of them now!), thankful for friends in Cairo who make this crazy city feel like home, thankful for business partners/best friends who put up with her, thankful for a new roommate who made his house her home and thankful for this big crazy beautiful, strange and loving world. </div><br />
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Home, Seattle, was an occasion filled event.<br />
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Occasion number one, Burning Man. There are many things to be said, I don't think there are any pictures of me so I can't post them and this experience has no doubt changed my life for the better. Absolute inspiration and creativity does not even begin to give justice to what people (horribly normal people and amazingly freaky people) create for this extravaganza. I am still in awe. Ayman and Chrissie could not have been better first time Burn Buddies and if I did not love them for any other reason (which of course I love them for many reasons) those days in the desert would be reason enough to love them forever. Yes, Burning man inspires that sort of love. It is worth it, everyone needs another reason to love something, someplace or something.<br />
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Occasion number two, Maya's wedding. The first of my best buddies from high school and life in general to get married and she did it right. The ceremony and wedding were filled with tradition, friends, family and crazy Jewish folk dancing. Maya altered her grandmother's wedding dress into something timeless and perfectly Maya (somehow delicate, unique and yet strikingly traditional). I met the groom, Ben, for the first time and was impressed in many ways. All of the ladies showed up, traveling from Paris, SF and Portland.<br />
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Occasion number three, Ana was in town. Sister time is always a good time. Family times are also good times.<br />
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Occasions four and five, September family birthdays. I was not around for the actual date of my dad's b-day but close as I could get. For mom's actual date I was there and she hosted a wonderful ladies only brunch with lots new friends from the new neighborhood (finally got to put some faces to the names) and old friends from all around town. A delicious way to spend what turned out to be a sunny day. Also, later at a Georgetown bar I figured out spicy chai tea tastes amazing when steamed with a little bit of soy milk and enhanced with a generous shot of dark rum. If it was ever winter in Cairo it would be my drink of choice. <br />
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The trip home was also incredibly stressful. Lots of travel time in planes and airports, I got sick and I realized just how absent I have been from America. Expired driver's license, not able to get a doctors appointment, dentist check ins, forgotten street names and lots of new buildings. I have also grown used to how hard simple things are to get done (for me) in Cairo and this attitude transferred to America. Where, things can be hard to get done but ultimately I know how to do them in my native country and I should have calmed down and relaxed. Lesson learned.<br />
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The return to Cairo was rough. I got a bad head cold and had I hoped my time in Seattle would shed light on where I really want to be at this moment, it did not shed much light at all. I did find out Seattle can still be a new city for me. My friends there have managed to discover unknown aspects of the city and get involved in different things. Their actions have assuaged my fear about going back to Seattle and finding it to be the same as it was for the first 22 years of my life or not as exciting. <br />
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A couple weeks after landing life is smoothing out and Cairo, as ever, is proving to be an amazing host. Just when you think the whole country is silly a tiny phone call proves you wrong, you meet someone who blows all expectations out of the water or a good conversation reminds you are really just having a bad day and your mood has very little to do with Egypt.<br />
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The best news is that Anastasia is coming to visit. More words of excitement to come about this later, Boom! Wham! Whoo Hoo! Awesome! Those are all I got for now.<br />
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Let's take a sampling of the headlines from right now...<br />
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-Idiots protesting the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/23/nyregion/23protest.html?ref=us">"Three Blocks Away From Ground Zero and Within Walking Distance of Strip Club Mosque"</a> are making the entire USA look like bigots and hate filled Islamaphobic uneducated twits. What a surprise the whole debate and is actually fueling Jihadist rhetoric and during Ramadan when everyone with a minaret has a particularly captive audience. <br />
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-An even bigger idiot in Florida is attempting to turn 9/11 into "<a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703589804575445841837725272.html?mod=WSJ_hpp_MIDDLETopStories">International Burn A Koran Day,</a>" wow Nazi!<br />
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-<a href="http://wonkroom.thinkprogress.org/2010/08/20/every-gop-nh-senate-candidate-is-a-global-warming-denier/">Politicians</a> from New Hampshire are denying Global Climate Change. Really, in New Hampshire?<br />
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-Sarah Palin is still getting press, if you ignore her she will go away!<br />
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-Idiot Republicans are actually trying to get rid of the 14th Amendment, Anchor Babies? Democrats-you are horrible at thinking up witty phrases, get a new copy writer!<br />
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-People actually believe Obama is a Muslim. Really? Didn't he write a book about his faith? Can these people read? <br />
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Not so good. This depresses me. Two years later people still hate George Bush Jr, they still like Clinton (ha!), and they are beginning to see Obama as a fraud and no better than the rest. When you live abroad you get a lot of crap still for being an American and I have to respond. I used to be able to say things were changing, the mood of the country seemed to be happier and more intelligent. Now, I am scared I was dead wrong. I am scared that we are ignoring everything that is really important and focusing on stupid anchor baby inspired debates on the Right and on the Left the every present battle of who is the most liberal without actually supporting liberal policies because somehow they allowed the Right to call everything Socialist. On the other hand my Canada jokes now have a twinge of sadness behind them because not so secretly I am jealous of my old Northern neighbor and I think the sadness adds another layer to the humor.<br />
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On this trip back I know I will see friends, attend a wedding of a best friend, and stare at mountains. I hope I find something else, something that will make me want to be in America. <br />
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The most exciting thing about this Ramadan? I am leaving for part of it! That's right, headed back to Seattle and the glorious West Coast for the first time in two years. Who knows how much I miss it. I have no idea so you have no idea. I leave Cairo on the 25th and stick around Seattle until September 15th. During that time I will attend the wedding of Maya Newman, the first one of my Seattle Ladies to get married, celebrate mom's b-day and celebrate dad's b-day (if a few days early). Otherwise I plan on walking up and down hills, maybe riding my bike around, drinking coffee, eating Paseo, staring at mountains, taking note of how many buildings have been torn down and replaced with condos, losing my tan, chilling in the rain, renewing my driver's license, hugging people I have not seen for two years, if I am lucky eating some Pacific Salmon and watching sun sets over the Olympics. <br />
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At this very moment the thought of packing and spending a horrendous amount of time on a plane makes me feel queasy, but in a few days I will be very excited. Cell phone is the same and if you are around Seattle let's hang out.Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-69830422237626837002010-07-14T03:27:00.000-07:002010-08-12T02:13:00.466-07:00May through June = CRAZYMy oh my the fun times I have had recently. Sorry for no posts since forever, but this is how life goes.<br />
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First we should start with Suzie's crazy, whirlwind, non-stop three day visit to Cairo. She is crazy and I love her for it. What an honor to have someone come all the way here for only three days! She was picked up from the airport in the most amazing fashion ever with new friends and old. From then on it was non-stop. Highlights include a one day trip to Alexandria, delicious quail dinner/lunch at Andrea's (new to me), riding a camel for the first time by the Pyramids, plenty of girl chat, dominating Khan el Khalili and Suzie being her fantastic sunny self!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stepping foot on American soil was not quite the shock I thought it would be. Still, chilling in Brooklyn with Ana and mom, plus friends was a good break. I also got some much needed daddy daughter time, mommy daughter time, sister time, a haircut, and over all family time.The weather was rainy (nice break really), I could wear shorts in the streets, caught a football match with Dad, had the option of an alcoholic drink at every meal, quality window shopping, phone to calls to the girls around the country (it has been years since I have talked on the phone with some of these ladies) and pork products!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Can't complain about the trip at all. Then back to Cairo where I was immediately taken to the beach for an amazing weekend. Then back to work and the beach every weekend since. Think I am sticking around Cairo this weekend, but who really knows. In the meantime I am planning a trip back in the fall to Seattle and life will move forward from there. What the past almost two months have taught me is that just when you really think you can't stand a place someone or something will flip it on its head and make you love it all over again if you are open to this action. Being open and receptive to new opportunities and people is the biggest lesson I learned while away from America. I have finely tuned my douche bag radar, which aids in knowing who and what to be open with. So, while I could see happily going back to the states anytime, I can't really see leaving Cairo just yet. Conundrum I know. Cairo has a momentum I like right now, I feel like jumping and and saying hello to all of it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Cairo has over 20,000,000 residents, I would say it is safe to add on another 2-5 million to that number. <br />
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Donkey carts have been outlawed in downtown Cairo in an effort to improve traffic.<br />
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Cairo is considered a "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megacity">Mega City</a>," joining the likes of Mumbai, Mexico City, New York, Tokyo, and others.<br />
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One half of all hospital beds are found in Cairo<br />
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One half of all university desks are found in Cairo<br />
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If Cairo were a sovereign nation it would be the 5th largest Arab country<br />
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Alexandria, the second largest city in Egypt, in only 30 percent the size of Cairo.<br />
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There are over 2,000,000 cars in the streets of Cairo, 60 percent of which are over ten years old. <br />
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The Great Pyramids of Giza, sort of Cairo, are the only remaining monument of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.<br />
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An estimated 9,351 under-age marriages take place in Egypt, with the vast majority of them taking place in Cairo.<br />
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A Greek papyrus from 163 B.C. mentions girls in Egypt undergoing female circumcision and the practice is widely accepted to have originated in Egypt and the Nile valley at the time of the Pharaohs. Although both Al Azhar religious officials and Coptic Pope state it has no basis in religious scripture, practice, or law and it should be not practiced.<br />
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Mohsen Reda, an Egyptian Member of Parliament, was asked about the prevalence of sexual harassment against women in Egypt and was quoted as as saying that women should be dressed more modestly as “a lot of our youth can’t afford marriage so it is only normal for some harassment to take place.” <br />
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I asked for a collection of blogs because when I was traveling here I found it very hard to find up to date information about living in modern Cairo. The guide books are for tourists and most Google searches turn up information about all the old stone stuff.<br />
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Here are the blogs if you are interested in what some other ex-pat type people living in Cairo get up to. I don't know these people and the blogs were not vetted. Many of them are more political, have way better photos, and not nearly as snarky as mine. <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">www.omraneya.net</div><div style="text-align: left;">Aggregation of blogs on Egypt/by Egyptians in English and Arabic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">http://equivocus.livejournal.com</div><div style="text-align: left;">Written in Armenian or Russian.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Have you ever seen Armenian written? It looks so cool. There are also English posts.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">www.ericincairo.blogspot.com </div><div style="text-align: left;">Chronicles adventures both in and outside of Egypt.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">http://transhumancity.wordpress.com/</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">http://whazzupegypt.blogspot.com</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">www.theshepherdsguild.blogspot.com</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">PS. I'm starting a new blog, in the near future. Stay tuned.</div><div style="text-align: left;">PPS This article is funny, click <a href="http://thefastertimes.com/egypt/2010/04/11/egypts-great-hash-crisis-of-2010/">here.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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The actual dish Koshary is the delicious carbohydrate filled street food made out two types of pasta, brown lentils, rice, chickpeas, fried onions, tomato sauce, garlic sauce, and a really hot sauce. Koshary is incredibly cheap and comes in massive servings.<br />
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I once got in a friendly argument about the root of the name Koshary. My friend held that it was derived from the Jewish/Hebrew tradition/word "Kosher." I claimed it was derived from the Arabic word meaning "random" or something similar to "grab bag." Like most people do these days we Googled it and my claim had the greater number of Google hits. If we had been betting money I would have walked away richer. We were not betting money and no one in Egypt I have met can give me a 100 percent translation. The recipe is said to have been created by ancient followers of the Coptic faith (Egyptian Orthodox Christians) to eat during their fasts, when they do not eat dairy, meat, or animal products.I don't think Koshary is Kosher. Not many Rabbi's on the street corners selling food in Cairo. <br />
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The actual food is not the point, but knowing Koshary means roughly "a jumble" and that it is dirt cheap street food gives the website's title a little more depth. Read and laugh.<br />
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To watch the CNN video on Cairo Street Crossing click <a href="http://edition.cnn.com/video/#/video/world/2010/04/07/wedeman.urban.egypt.street.crossing.cnn?hpt=Mid">here</a> please.Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-57137383831569498482010-04-08T02:14:00.000-07:002010-04-08T02:14:28.995-07:00Jesus was reborn and the Jews fled Egypt so I.......went to the Sinai.<br />
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Which, if you think about it, is a pretty holy stomping ground. Moses hung out here, found the commandments on a "mountain" top (I use quotes because I walked up it and it is barely a mountain), he also parted the Red Sea (I am guessing near the Taba Hilton, its the thinnest part), and various other holy figures spent who knows how much time here.<br />
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But, what really matters is that I chilled on the beach for a nice long weekend. Our small group went to <a href="http://www.bakraj3.com/">Kumkum 3</a> aka <a href="http://www.bakraj3.com/">Bakraj 3 </a>aka Three Tea pots in Hebrew and Arabic. The days were hot and sunny, the nights were breezy and filled with random guitars and songs, and the sea was calm and cool. There are more adjectives to use and better ways to describe it, but ass usual I am at a loss. I was lazy about photos too because...<br />
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The whole Sinai was full. Every camp was booked with Israelis, Egyptians, and a random spattering of Western and European foreigners. America was horribly underrepresented! Come on USA get it together and get to the Sinai. Its like Mexico only slightly more awesome (this is my personal and uninformed opinion I have only been to Mexico once and speak no Spanish). I was trying to celebrate the re-birthday of Jesus, wrong crowd for that humor I guess. Not my fault few people have a religious sense of humor.<br />
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The completely ironic thing is that I spent the weekend chilling, serious chilling, deep deep sea chilling, with all kinds of people. Then I wake up to go to work on Tuesday, flip on BBC news (mistake maybe?) and see that Israeli is blowing up Gaza, Palestine is thinking about declaring a state, more floods are happening, Egypt is cracking down on hash (everyone in the city is a little on edge-seriously), and generally the world is falling apart.<br />
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Ahh, I whine, I complain, I say the same stuff over and over. But man, the same problems keep happening and no solutions. Maybe the time is ripe for new chat about it all. Specifically, I am looking for people who want to chat about investing in a submarine You think I am joking. I am not. Dead serious. I believe in all 2012 hype. I can't tell you why or the logic behind it all. I like to think that I don't seem like a wacko up in the mountains who is scared of cell phones and sees green men, but to much stuff is happening and not far enough apart for something to not be going on. <br />
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On this episode, which I caught ten minutes of, Oprah had a guest who reunites long lost family members. The reuniting man said something which struck a cord and encapsulated why I feel so comfortable here 90 percent of the time. This absolutely, epic, heart wrenching, inspiration, intelligent line is......<br />
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"Your family is who loves you when you need to be loved."<br />
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BAMMMM are you crying yet? I think the line was in reference to a foster mother who had a foster daughter who was adopted and then they did not get to see each other for 20 something years. You crying now?<br />
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No? Well I did not cry either, but I was still inspired. I think Oprah cried, or at least teared up. I completely agree with the idea that blood is not thicker than water. Nothing will ever even come close to how I feel about my family, but when I really think about it, my family includes many people who are not at all genetically related to me.<br />
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Living in a foreign country has made me cheesy, but really when you are gone for a long time you realize how much you love some people and how much they love you. Absence makes the heart grow, blah blah blah. Plus, when you are in weird country for so long you realize how valuable being able to love people and have any sort of affection returned is. I got a lot of love to give and I get more than I could really ask for.<br />
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Thanks for inspiration Oprah.Fayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10297512843993281642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673097193344639586.post-47083050958836951692010-03-02T06:16:00.000-08:002010-03-02T06:16:05.385-08:00She takes a good shotKatie Hollamby is my friend, she traveled with the crew to Israel, and works in Taba Heights. She also takes gorgeous photos of Egypt and the places she travels.<br />
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I do enjoy her work and if anyone is interested in checking out the photos please click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Katie-Hollamby-Photography/13776213974?ref=ts&v=wall#%21/pages/Katie-Hollamby-Photography/13776213974">here</a>.<br />
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So, why I am here? Why are all these people here too, what was it that made us think "I know I'll move to Egypt!" To many King Tut books as a child? Could be. I know I read a few of them and was mildly obsessed, in fact the obsession was only matched by my interest in the Titanic and whales. Politics of the time? The thought that the only person hiring in America is the Foreign Service Office so we all better learn Arabic fast? Was it the water in the Fremont area? All of the above? Who knows, I suppose Egypt has always been a multicultural crossroads and only recently has that slowed down.<br />
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These days I have been dealing with a new job, some serious apartment drama, and generally growing up and feeling like my life should be on a track when it is not. Then throw in the whole "I live in Cairo and can't really give anyone a clear reason why," dilemma and I have started to feel a little anxious. Part of my anxiety has been calmed by finally signing a six month lease at a great apartment in Heliopolis with a roommate who seems really relaxed, committed to living in Cairo for a while, and kind. Importantly, again friends here have stepped up far and above what they need to do and really helped me handle all the apartment drama. The rest of the anxiety will go away when I feel like I have a handle on the job and some security.<br />
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Here is what I tell people when they ask why I am here. Initially Egypt was a good excuse to travel and a golden opportunity that fell in my lap. Then some travels in Europe and the chance to live in a castle kept me around. Now I feel like I have a job, for the meantime, that would be about ten times harder to find in the states. International work experience can't be bad and I swear I am going to seriously start studying Arabic. Add in the Sinai beaches, amazing friends, an odd ease in getting some things done, and no chance of snow ever unless the world really is ending and some 2012 crap starts happening and you have the canned answer. The snow thing is serious though, I am over cold weather. But, still working on the candid answer. Maybe the canned and the candid are the same and I have just repeated the story so many times it feels likes fiction and not a reality.<br />
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Stay tuned for apartment pictures, we need to decorate, and maybe one day I'll figure out a candid answer as to why I am in Cairo.<br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We are not the tourist bus types so we walked in. Talk about another world, night and day behind the wall and in front of it. You can instantly tell there must be no economy because we were hassled by cabbies to the tenth degree. I consider myself someone who has been hassled by cabbies, but this was outrageous. Then you can walk, long walk, or take a cab into the area with all the churches and Jesus sites. We walked some of the way and took photos of the crazy amounts of graffiti on the Palestinian side. There is no graffiti on the Israeli side. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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