Now that we've almost burned and Cairo Midan Tahir Square I remember many times I've walked the city, without doubt one of the most exciting cities in the world and undisputed and indisputable capital of Islamic civilization.
We are not here just to play the Indiana Jones, we also do foreigner things like everyone else. After all the holidays are over, we are tired and nostalgic and everything is the same to us. To the trip you have to give what is from the trip and to Instagram what is from Instagram...
Egypt is a giant sways you insides. Nothing is easy here. I found people who have a certain sad dregs pride, of desonfianza to a past that gives the feeling that it was always better. But Egypt is immense in its yesterday, essential transit point to come for the fears and hatreds understanding and strength and tenacity.
And now, that the past 18 July Mandela had fulfilled 96 years, do the game for a second imagine that would be the world and its endless wars if we substituted the leading Netanyahu, Putin, Arafat, Bush, Milosevic…. by Mandela. Is it easy answer truth?
We went with the feeling of seeing a beautiful earth to be pieces that deserves a fresh start, today he does not deserve his inheritance (...) That morning on the pier of the boat that would take us to Sudan were thinking about all this while watching fights and beats by carts loaded, to earn money, more life to lose.
And Abdul wrapped canvas, He delivered him and asked to change a single thing: "I give you this canvas with a unique condition, if you see somewhere you tell this woman that I'm looking for. You have to promise me you'll do "
We won with the tomb of Tutankhamen in the Egyptian Museum and we lost the military machine guns cleaned their tanks at the entrance. Always on alert, always ready to go. We won a regular meal in a nice part of the mighty Nile and we lost an unpleasant secret police control where we smelled up our wallets in search of drugs.
We could not communicate with them almost, none spoke a word of English. Something that stretched around the boat and what we were accustomed. When we asked was for us Haifa and answered five, eight or one hundred, which it depended on believing that we questioned fingers in my hand or trucks that fit on the boat.
One November afternoon my friend Victor Hugo showed up at my house and told me about Maputo map. I said exactly: "In my house Azores years I have hung a map in which I pointed out some routes I wanted to do for the world. It is time to make the first.
Wadi Halfa is a moridero. We can stay here forever accompanied by dust and life goes slow. My routine is always the same, sometimes lively night visits as of last night. I heard noises bag, like someone in our olives hurgase.
"Why should we do it?”, replied the owner of a hotel. "This is our country. We were before. We just want our rights. We silent centuries, enduring humiliation, but things are coming to a intolerable. They want us out but we will not go. Addition, Where do I go? This is my home and my business. It's my life ".
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.