Cairo diary: 7/17

You take the bus across the city - traffic jam, like every day in Cairo. Your head is pounding, stomach rumbling and at one point you could swear there was something odd with your heartbeat. As you walk towards your apartment, some guys mutter obscenities your way, eyeing you from your shoes and up a few times. Your backpack hits the floor like a bag of rubble when you get home - two seconds after you realize that your computer was in that bag. Grunting, you go to make some tea. And then, then a voice calls from the living room. "There's something for you in the fridge!"

And you know what? It was cake! On the most cake-deprived, sugar-needy day in Egypt. This is why people never should live alone. They don't get carrot cake.