From time to time my beloved wife decides to go shopping. But not in the grand mall right around, for sure, but Downtown. The place with one billion people on one square meter. Without counting the cars and the motocycles and the buses and the sellers and the animals…
Yesterday there was such a day. We went downtown to look for cloth.
First step was the metro. The train was stuffed with people and had roughly estimated around 50 degree inside. Normally there are fans in the waggon, but ours did not work. So we were completely wet on arriving our station.
I thought it cannot be worse. So wrong. It can!
The billion people brought their friends and their family and all of them wanted to sell or to buy something exactly at the place, they were standing by coincidence or divine fate.
If someone needs a research field to examine the chaos theory, welcome to Midan Attaba in direction of Al Azhar. But in all this chaos people manage to find their way without loosing their live or bumping in someone else all the time. Everything is in motion and everyone finds his way. A hundred different sounds, fragrances, surfaces, challenges, the fast moving delivery boys with their vehicles made of steel, the sellers packed with goods so they can not see anything while walking, the calling of the imam from the mosque right behind us, the ancient lady with her sister wrapped in the Burka in front of us who want to climb a meter high pavewalk, the young boy who wants to show us the best goods we have ever seen, the barking of the cars, in a hundred different voices and melodies. And this happens not one after one in real live, it all happens at the same time!
And in this we are trying to find our way through, to focus on our final destination. Sure, there is no destinaton here in Cairo, it is not to look for something but to find something, more accidentally or by devine advice.
And finally we really found something. As always. And we survived. Kind of magic.

of Egypt…
Female rights are an important topic in Egypt nowadays. And Females have all right to talk about their rights because the situation in Egypt is everything but good for them.
But. To make it short. In weak moments I am misleaded to think, that it is partly their own fault. Somehow.

As everyday we went home by our GUC bus after a busy day. Normally you can use the ride home for a short nap. But not today. A mother and her little prince sat in the first row and something seemd to misplease his majesty. The child, maybe 4 years old, started to scream, to cry and finally to hit his mother. This is the moment, I thought, the mother would start to be angry with her son or to bluster him.
But no! Far wrong! She tried to convince her child not to hit her with sweeties and warm words.
And because it worked that perfect, he did not stop screaming and hitting her all the way home.

Some day this little prince will become an adult. And all the women will complain, with all rights, what made this male to behave this way…

Yes, sorry. This is much too simple. The problem is much more complex. And harrassment is a mans fault and not a womans! But we are seeking to change the picture of woman, men have… and it might be a good starting point to explain the little princes, how they should behave in front of a female, for example his mother.