Cairo is always filled with unexpected surprises. I went to a boat party on the Nile this weekend, where I wore a cute vintage Istanbul t-shirt, and by wearing this shirt, opened up the conversation with a girl from Turkey
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Today was the first day that I have used a printing press since May 2006. It felt awesome. Pulled some proofs and some prints, working with only black ink on kitakata paper
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Talking with a Moroccan guy the other night at an art function, I realize how my Egyptian dialect has overtaken my Moroccan dialect. Even though I lived in Morocco for 3 years, the 5 months that I have been here in Egypt has replaced my ability to speak a pure Moroccan dialect
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On the outskirts of Cairo exists a wasteland called progress. All the houses look the same, and are owned by the wealthy Cairenes, or foreigners from other neighboring Arab countries
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On the outskirts of Cairo exists a wasteland called progress. All the houses look the same, and are owned by the wealthy Cairenes, or foreigners from other neighboring Arab countries
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As my language grant comes to a close this week, I am ready to transition into the research portion of my Fulbright grant. The last 5 months has been great, as I learn about the nuances of the art scene here in Cairo
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Last night, I met up with friends at the local bar in downtown Cairo. This bar is called Horreya. In Arabic this means freedom. Each time I drink a beer, I am that much closer to freedom
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