Cairo is a center, and the center is everywhere.
The sea. Why do I always think of the sea when I walk through the narrow, busy streets? Does it have to do with the memory of water? In the city, too, all the empty places are filled with garbage, people, clandestine shops, huts and parked cars. And just like the sea, or the universe, Cairo has no center. No beginning, no end. Cairo is a center, and the center is everywhere.