Well the inevitable has happened. The grits have hit the fans. Well, kind of. As I type protestors are Marching Down Port Said street, one the main roads in Alexandria and the street in which my home runs perpendicular to. I am not scared. Not for myself anyway.
The protests can get rough, but I don’t take part, I avoid them like the plague. services are still functioning (the tram, taxis, shops etc), although I actually put certain things back on the shelf (like toilet paper— who knows if we will be here long enough for it be my turn to buy some again—- sad but not too far fetched given the circumstances) while I added certain other things (a few more bottles of my favorite yogurt drink, gummies… you know the things you need when you are stressed out in the short term). I also plan on getting some laundry done… just in case. But really, I am fine.
At the end of the day if things get worse my country the great USA will get me out. But what about those I leave behind?
As stated previously, the situation now, as far as I am concerned was inevitable. I came here knowing that it was highly possible for something like this to go down. And now, it has. I pray for the safety of all I know and peace in this land.
The next few weeks will be a turning point in Egyptian history. Like it or not, I guess I am seeing history up close. sigh