Egypt is pretty complex. You know, like every other country on the planet. I needlessly make that point on a regular basis, but there’s a little pressure to understand how I feel about Cairo, and it’s going to take a while. Because, on one hand, it’s rich with some of the warmest, most generous people I’ve met.
On the other hand, it’s impoverished by bogus, systemic flaws.
Like when the managers at GOAL make Karim pay a 20-pound minimum just to SIT here, in the glorified company of American tourists, because he’s Egyptian.
“At this point, you have more rights here than I do,” Karim said on the walk home.
I can’t imagine how I’d feel if my country looked past me like that, or through me. Or worse: directly at me, then decided I don’t deserve as much as a stranger.