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two fifty three am. friday the thirteenth. it's raining outside...i heard thunder a few minutes ago. sitting in my yellow arm chair. sippin on a gin and tonic (tonic? tonic.) and ashing my cigarette every once in a while in the lone brown custard dish i found in the kitchen when i moved in and decided to use as an ash tray. i think i might take it with me when i leave. leaving has been coming up lately. khaled sent me a message the other night, out of the blue..."i think i'm really going to miss you when you're gone. you've only got 55 days left." i wasn't keeping count.
sandstorm this afternoon. we were walking down kasr el aini...me, fouad, sara, and mark. we walked down past the parlaiment building and mobtadaeen where i used to live. the wind was pulling dust and everything it could up from the street and swishing it in our faces. mohaggabas were using their higabs as filters for the dirty air...i kind of tried to use my hand for a while, then gave up...when we got to the restaurant we were heading to i could taste the sediment on my lips...it was falling from my lashes (i guess that's what they're for, no?). it started raining on our way back to uni to meet sarah. the sky turned bright pink towards the nile and sara and i stopped on the edge of tahrir square for a cigarette. we were leaning on a barrier/fence built along the edge of the sidewalk. it looked quite normal, even decorative. as we were smoking and leaning against it sara told me about how the government built the barrier a few years ago in order to hinder demontration efforts once the keffaya party was started. "before, we used to be able to move about as we wanted...now that they built these they can cage us in. you cant get two hundred demonstrators to jump over a barrier..."
sandstorm this afternoon. we were walking down kasr el aini...me, fouad, sara, and mark. we walked down past the parlaiment building and mobtadaeen where i used to live. the wind was pulling dust and everything it could up from the street and swishing it in our faces. mohaggabas were using their higabs as filters for the dirty air...i kind of tried to use my hand for a while, then gave up...when we got to the restaurant we were heading to i could taste the sediment on my lips...it was falling from my lashes (i guess that's what they're for, no?). it started raining on our way back to uni to meet sarah. the sky turned bright pink towards the nile and sara and i stopped on the edge of tahrir square for a cigarette. we were leaning on a barrier/fence built along the edge of the sidewalk. it looked quite normal, even decorative. as we were smoking and leaning against it sara told me about how the government built the barrier a few years ago in order to hinder demontration efforts once the keffaya party was started. "before, we used to be able to move about as we wanted...now that they built these they can cage us in. you cant get two hundred demonstrators to jump over a barrier..."