Our
apartment has three balconies. Three little platforms where we can enjoy a
daily dose of sun, without being stared at like we’ve got three heads or some
other abnormity. When the sun is at its highest, we grab a pillow from the
couch, make some sweet tea and migrate out into the light for a little while.
You see, Egypt’s not as inhumanly hot as people tend to believe. From time to
time, it’s actually downright chilly. In the nights, you lie there, like a
little shivering ball under a pile of blankets, and that desert heat you've heard about seems like a story from another planet.
But then,
then comes those little moments when you find your balcony bathed in sun, and
you just sit there, squinting into the air, slowly sipping at your tea. After a
while, a feeling of peace might find you, as you lean back onto the dusty wall and sigh.
Peace. Until you stand up, and catch the eye of one of the men down at the
street, that appear to just hang out down there, staring at your balcony. But hey,
this Egypt. That's life.
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