During tonight’s funeral, I couldn’t help but doing a sick headcount, thinking—In 10 years, I lost a father, a grandfather, a grandmother, four uncles and an aunt. I feel like the strings that attach me to where I live are, not just burnt, but nuked, whenever one is gone. I looked at my nephews and nieces tonight, exchanged few words with cousins… and I felt nothing but emptiness and failure to find any common ground to have at least a ten min conversation. My cigarettes, as always in these situations, kept me company.
Cairo can be depressing sometimes…
Hossam el-Hamalawy is an Egyptian journalist from Cairo
hossam [at] arabawy [dot] org
