A tattoo on the back of a diving instructor…
A tattoo on the back of a young woman diver…
Over the past few days, I’ve been enjoying very much the company of Peter Everitt, a British engineer and a veteran diving instructor. Stories about his adventures in the sea around the world never end, and they are very entertaining, informative and eye opening. Unlike many instructors I meet, he’s very humble, down to earth. I learned a lot from him during diving and during our chats on the boat and in the camp.
A diver in his 20s in Marsa Alam: I hear you are a communist. What is communism? My father, may God bless his soul, whenever we got into a fight, used to shout “Yalla ya ibn el-kalb ya shoyou’i! (Go away, you communist son of a dog!)”
Me: In your case, communism means that you and other divers will get to run the diving center, vote on all decisions related to your workplace, without a boss who owns but doesn’t work.
Diver: That doesn’t sound bad.
Me: Moreover, you’ll get free medical insurance and decent housing. And if you have kids, their education will be for free. And those police check points on the road, that keep stopping and searching you as if you were in the West Bank, will disappear.
Diver: Sounds really great! So why did my father use “communist” as an insult?
Me: What did your father do for a living?
Diver: He was Mukhabarrat.
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