Mr. A few weeks I've been back in Spain and although my lazy life here does not give me much game for the blog, is that Mr. A is in Egypt. So again I'm here sharing adventures, but now are extraneous.
When a week ago was held on the Police in Egypt, Mr. A told me and it was a stupid holiday, that a dictatorship can not hold anything like that the police is not only a repressive body which people fear more than respect. He predicted then that would be mass demonstrations, as every year. Even joked and said that that day is the final day of the year more complicated and more work for the "honored."
So what began as an ordinary day of demonstrations quickly became animated by the Tunisian riots, in the beginning of the end. For although Mubarak has not yet fallen, his regime will fall. He may resist, but what is already clear is that your child does not reach the power, will not have the backing of the army or the people.
Egyptians fighting, mostly peacefully, for something just. Fighting for their freedom, take a dictator who has 30 years in power. A corrupt like so many others. A repressor. And is that because Egypt is the great ally of the Western world, a key piece in the puzzle of the Arab and Muslim world, in North Africa and the Middle East, we sometimes forget that the Egyptians accepted with resignation the conditions in which they live and Poverty lurks around every corner.
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| This is what calls the Egyptian People |
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| This poster explains perfectly the idea to involve the police in protests |
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| Down to details to bring a rose to show it is a protest pac t | Chart
Unfortunately, the demonstrations have also given rise to chaos, looting, to make rogues from their own. The police have disappeared from the streets for days, perhaps in an attempt to Mubarak for causing such chaos that the people would ask you to bring order and return to the false stability of only a week ago.
Mr. A told me the other day I saw from the terrace to people on the street with knives and Samurai swords type. It seemed impossible, and me too, until I saw it on TV. Apparently knives, swords, sticks and these are the "weapons" most being used in Cairo to defend private property.
The curfew does not respect almost anyone, Mr. A and his compis itself. They are five in his apartment, and are dedicated to spending time on the terrace or in front of the television. No internet, no phone and unable to leave home a little more can be done. I asked worried if they had food, water and toilet paper (the latter is important when there are 5 people in a flat, right?) And he replied that they were low in alcohol stocks! Of course, if there is not much else to do ...
They live in Zamalek, the island that are the embassies, and one of the richest neighborhoods of Cairo. It is an advantage but also a problem. On the streets of this area's early days there were riots, to the extent that the streets are full of empty tear gas canisters, but the atmosphere is now calm day. At night the jungle. Neighbors group take turns to protect the web, houses, shops. From the mosques instead of calling to prayer dictate security measures for residents to recognize each other after curfew. You have to wear a ribbon tied to the arm of a specific color depending on the neighborhood you live for neighbors to recognize you as such and not as a plunderer.
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| view from the terrace just a Mr A Tahrir Square blocks |
the evenings have been frightened, shots are heard constantly in the street below her apartment. Hell, throw! And what began as an adventure, that of being the protagonist of history, has now become a nightmare. The American government claims to be both evacuating its citizens are doing, or at least we know.
When calling the American embassy in Cairo in the best case you are asked to get in touch directly with Washington DC and then take your details and we will call you and say that once they have assessed the situation (¿¡!?); the worst in the embassy jumps an answering machine referring back to their website, which is outrageous given that Internet has blocked nearly a week.
So our office was not idle, has decided to evacuate the team. As has lifted the curfew have left home for the airport. Han spent two hours on the doors of the terminal with thousands of people also try to "escape." Many do not have a ticket, but want to leave at any price, and chaos is magnificent.
compis Mr. A and have your boarding pass, check your bags have been made and have passed through passport control, but none of this guarantees that the flight will take off, for now is wait.
And when I am about to publish this post my phone rings, it is Mr. A, just cancel your flight now trying to fly in from the 20h but no seats, just pray that it is some passengers does not appear, but will have to spend the night at the airport, with thousands of others.
Mood Egypt! * It's 23:53 and the last time I spoke to Mr. A was 18:30. I believe he got on board in the third flight in the seat and gave him the plane took off.
* These pictures are from a month ago. If Mr. A arrives tomorrow to Spain hang photos which he took on those days.
