Broken plaster, peeling paint.
A permanently grey sky.
Sand and litter at my feet.
Defeat? Despair? Sorrow? Pain?
No, only facades.
The life is within.
Love, passion, hope, desire, friendship, respect, kindness, unity.
This is the pulse below the broken facades. Once you feel it, the shell disappears and only a vibrancy remains. This is the Egypt I love.
