Zamalek, fein?

The picture you see above is of the island in Cairo where I grew up.  The red arrow shows the location of the apartment building where I spent my formative, teenage years.  The greenery in the front part of the picture is the Gezira Club. This is where I literally spent the first 16 years … Continue reading Zamalek, fein?

The Dignity of Sand Cranes

Since returning from Portugal, almost two weeks ago, I have been engaged in a ferocious internal debate:  what should I focus my energies on next (other than preparing to move to Portugal next year)? The choice is ternary: a) Do nothing; hang out; chill; exercise; lose weight; ignore whatever happens with the coming election and … Continue reading The Dignity of Sand Cranes