Yesterday I went with Ayman, a artist who also works at the gallery, to his parent's home in a village in the delta to bring some money. Mud huts stand next to concrete buildings where poles sprout from the concrete, as signs of a hopeful future. Even in the countryside the houses are close the noisy and dirty roads. Most people seem to prefer to live on them. Ayman's mother prepared a large dish in which the main ingredient is a duck she had raised and slaughtered herself. While eating all this we watch MBC, the 24-hour non-stop movie channel that only broadcasts American films and is popular with young Egyptians. During our meal we look at an adventure film with a very young Sharon Stone. The story takes place in darkest Africa, but in the film there are more Arabs and Indians than black Africans. While eating the duck with our hands we watch as the adventurer and his blond girlfriend, after overcoming a long series of obstacles, find the promised land where gold flows like water in the Nile.
On the way back to Cairo I watch a splendid sunset from the minibus, but the other passengers in the bus don't see it. They're busy sharing cigarettes as if they were candy. They smoke constantly.