This is my fifth attempt in putting something down to describe my collective experience in Egypt, but it’s proving to be impossible.
My entire life was spent outside of Egypt, but it’s always been the anchor that, wherever one lived in the world, had to go back to every few years to feel grounded. A plethora of family members, young and old, always made one feel like the country is their own. From the moment you’re met at the airport, to the moment you’re dropped off, you’re usually surrounded by people who effectively buffer you from Egyptian society. They make you feel at home, they want to take you out, have you over and simply be with you, and this works to effectively distract you from everything else. You pay little attention to the country, the roads, the traffic, the people, and everything else that passes outside your window. It all morphs into a blur, a constant stream that you can’t, and won’t, decipher, because you’d rather remain buffered from it all. You ignore the children sleeping on the sidewalk, or the aging mentally ill man asking for change, or the overzealous police officer who decides who to pull out of a bus and harass. Your car is waved through, uninterrupted, and “Why them?” doesn’t cross your mind. It is what it is, and it is always been that way. It all becomes part of the blur.
This trip was different, and the specific reason is still unknown, but it wasn’t a blur anymore. In fact, everything seemed to happen in slow motion with the exact details revealed before your eyes. That is part of the reason I have not been able to articulate my thoughts about and experiences in Egypt. It’s almost like trying to document a nightmare because ultimately you want to erase it from your memory, but at the same time, don’t want to forget it.
In the coming days I will try to write down as much as I can remember from the trip, the good and the bad. So, stay tuned.