Tunisia, Egypt and Yemen rebel against their rulers and elderly in the West unleashes a strange euphoria. The elder Mubarak may fall as Ben Ali. As an abstract idea, While tyrants are falling, but what happens next in the concrete is the big question. For now, unanswered. Also in Iraq fell tyrant. We have already seen what happens when an Arab country is destabilized without having drawn up a plan well for the day after. One possible Iraqization of the Southern Mediterranean should be concerned enough, but seems to have more punch to the public about hunger Western democracy of the Egyptian people. But what we talk about democracy? Egypt is not Tunisia, where the Islamists have a reduced root. The fundamentalist Muslim Brotherhood have a considerable force. Do the thousands of Western tourists every year visit the pyramids do not see what happens there? The answer is no because the Mubarak regime has tried to hide the reality and they have collaborated in the deception by locking themselves in their expensive hotels and their air-conditioned buses and multilingual guide. But As seen from the saddle of a bike when crossing the country is very different. It's something far more disturbing than the fake belly dances offered at the resorts.
Egypt is not Tunisia, where the Islamists have a reduced root. The fundamentalist Muslim Brotherhood have a considerable force
To enter Egypt from Jordan have to take a ferry across the Red Sea and leading to Nuweiba in the Sinai Peninsula. From here to Taba, The spectacular coastline is filled with hotels, bright green restaurants and golf courses for tourists. Employees caring smile khaki white women exhibiting the faint shadow of the bikini in beach dresses. It is a paradise of happiness and palms that comes just to the edge of the road, where armed police car and a pickup truck full of shabby grim and massive types of beards out that we are in the Middle East and that all this is superficial reality lyophilized. Outside the resorts, villages are miserable and children threw stones at motorists. Cairo, congested and wrapped in a permanent haze; the capital of the Arab world has forsaken God. It seems that the sweepers take twenty years to strike. The most obscene luxury shops stand immaculate on Filth. At dawn, hundreds of needy cleaned expensive sports cars. In Cairo live the richest, but also millions of poor. Men and women, old or crippled, not have someone to attend and whose misery is hideously visible. They live in the backyard of the pyramids and tour buses never go through their neighborhoods. It is these people who have nothing to lose now burns in an immolation deaf to the lack of outlets.
The road from Alexandria to El Alamein is strewn with huge real estate developments under construction. The coast overlooking the Mediterranean has a ghostly, dusty and sad. Urbanization is an infinite unfinished, kilometer-long lifeless Marbella. The money from the Gulf Arabs have stopped coming and the skeletons of cement and steel seem to have less future than the poor unfortunate donkey riding in the ruins. What solution is left to these unfortunate? Brothers Islam seems to be a response. At least, speaks of hope. The owner of a small mobile shop like to talk to Western. It is your mode of travel as, said, not afford to do so physically as well, your passport is cursed by an Arab in the West. He introduces me to a bearded young man dressed in white robe. Further, it is a dangerous man, putting bombs abroad. Obviously, is a joke, but damn I do not see grace. So I'm Spanish, comments, because according to a documentary that has been in Al Jazzira, in Spain killed millions of Muslims during the Reconquista, while in Al Andalus, they had respected other religions.
The adobe walls that supported the citadel have collapsed, inclined, cracked and broken up the improbable.
Llego in Siwa, very close to the Libyan border. The oasis of the oracle that Alexander the Great visited in the middle of the desert and asked if it would rule the world. The adobe walls that supported the citadel have collapsed, inclined, cracked and broken up the improbable. Against this sky blue plaster guard, provide the outline of a jagged teeth. His enemy was the unusual rain fell for three consecutive days. Egypt Siwa is the deep. Do not sell alcohol. No more temples to the mosque. Women live in a diver. They sense the world behind a black cloth. The funny thing is that Siwa is full of Western. They are not like tourists from tour operator to go to mass gregarious Luxor and Aswan to see a thousand temples in two days. Are travelers (and traveling) authentic, tourists from the ideal. Those who like to live with local people to share their tea and their food. They look comfortable, relaxed on the powder keg. Nor were vacationing upbraideth consciousness where human rights are systematically violated women behind a cloth prison. It's a metaphor. Politics in the Arab world has been reduced to a critical dilemma whatever the rulers in power. Modernity fundamentalism. There is nothing more. What will remain after these popular revolutions? Will it become the whole of Egypt in Iraq in Baghdad and Cairo? What about that ten percent of Coptic Christians living in the country? The big words like democracy or freedom may sound too grandiose in the desert and in the meantime, the old oracle remains stubbornly silent.
