Discovering the world is not my Oyster (Travelling Egypt during the revolution)
February 14th 2011 Isn’t the world my oyster? Aren’t I bigger than the world? Doesn’t it revolve around me?
Cars burnt out, traffic guard posts smashed in. In 18 months the whole place had changed. Roadblocks made from rubbish bins scattered throughout the streets. With the police leaving their post the place sounded almost lawless. Shopping centre lotting and apparently the gaols had no guards so the relative
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