We the people
March 6th 2007 I’ve become a grizzled old pro at sniffing out the whiff of Egyptian horseshit from a mile away. In a sense - in whatever modest way - I’ve become, in these past four weeks, something of an Egyptian myself. The taxi drivers who shook me down on those first heady days note the cynical glint in my eye when I huff away in the back seat. “Seven pounds to Zamalek?” I ask, my disgust ill-disgui
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