I was sure some day it will happen. And it will happen again. Every day we go by bus to our workplace. Every day we drive the eight-lined street guarding to New Cairo. Every day people try to cross this street, running between the cars, threading themselves through the traffic, a traffic that moves with estimated 70km/h.
This morning we had a traffic jam heading to New Cairo. The reason for this jam was not obvious, until we could see the newspaper and the red surface on the street. Sometimes they are not fast enough. How this is allowed to happen is hard to understand.