It's exhausting trying to find something real. I look at the pictures and see the joy of the people and I think happiness is sustained by the desire to be happy, not by the facts.
I landed in Cairo a month and a half ago. After a quick shower, I was in an old Corolla with Abu Maamar, a jihadist who was silent. I was playing with a bracelet, compulsively, wondering whether to speak or not.