Well, it is beautiful.
Hello again, Cairo. This is the view from my balcony. I walk up about eight stories on a narrow, dusty staircase to get home: past occasional piles of trashbags or, occasionally, the old woman who we supposedly pay to get rid of the trash. And a street cat the same sandy color as the stairs that thinks it's ours.
Cairo, you still have the same beautiful orange flowers as last year. And a mosque on the corner, glowing green at night, the call to prayer at odd hours.
The same horrible taxi drivers. The same confusion, crowdedness, clutter, trash, street cats, vegetable vendors with donkey carts. This city will drive me crazy.
Here is my roommate, my Cairo-bff. We both stay up late; I can't get used to the time change and she is constantly working on stories. This is pretty typical:
Get some sleep, Kristen!
