Once
I was in Cairo.
It was the year that followed the revolution.
The ashes were just cold;
Tahrir wasn't safe.And activists outside the Arab League had planted a tent whose sides were covered with the word : "No"
to the developing war in Syria.
I discovered the city of the Dead with Denis.
They invited us to celebrate a Sebou (سبوع) for a newborn of the QarafaAnd I saw the real Omaret Yacoubian
Morsi was about to make it.