they are so many. way so many. the view from the microbus is an everlasting poster of wall to wall grey buildings. lots and lots of windows and balconies and rooms. i can't help but feel... every family in each of these homes has a full life. a life of family gatherings, arguments and traditions. jobs, schools and colleges to go to. friends that talk, listen, offer and want advice. through some route or another, i am connected to each and every person in the city.
i am going crazy.
the trip in the microbus, although extremely dreadfull to me when i think about it, once i am in there, and on that long bridge that runs through the busy cairo, disturbing the residents, it is a calm mind spot. this is when i sink deep into my mind and lose track of time. of exsistance.
i find myself wondering about people. and if i were that woman i spot hanging her laundry out the window. worrying about her mom's health, probably, and wondering about the food cooking on the stove.
it is endless. infinite. and a huge irregular meshwork that holds us all. perhaps not only through cairo, but through the entire universe.
and then i am brought back to life and the extremely uncomfortable seat by the window of the microbus, as we are back on the busy street. and no longer on the brigde. i do not miss it. i long to be home after my 2 and a half hour long journey back from college. tomoro is another randevous.
soon. this will be over soon. and i will look back and hopefully feel proud of the accomplishment. of the lessons i learned. journey routes will change, and so will destinations. but the brigde will stay, and wait for me. it enjoys my admiration and attatchment. and i enjoy its presence. it is simply...here.
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