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.
The Oracle room is just a small room with no ceiling no more than 40 square meters. Thinking it's more than possible that this small room became pharaohs, Roman emperors, some of the greatest generals of history and the very Alejandro is, simply, incredible, and the feeling of living in your skin the weight of all those people over the centuries can almost feel.
we watched the sea, that sways violent L`Agulhas, in search of nonexistent shadows of the horizon. And understanding they were not, there no corners, We had understood that the way and we had reached our destination. And we feel the emotion of the child and dreaming of the adult who makes their dreams come true. We had done, were there.
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.
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.