Cute stuff:
An old lady pulling groceries into her apartment via bucket-pulley thing said “Bonjour!” to me yesterday from her balcony.
Every day on the way to school I walk by a butcher who has a bunch of bunnies on display outside of his shop. They are all always gone by the time I get home.
Less-cute stuff:
I got a translation job at the Bibliotheca Alexandria and am starting Sunday. Four of us from Flagship are helping translate a collection of “classics of Arabic thought” into English for publication in an online database, which sounds intimidating as fuck. It’s gonna be slow going, but we can come in whenever we want as long as we put in ten hours of work a week. Ideal.
For foreigners, crossing the street in Egypt is like a game of multiplayer Frogger where everyone else is better than you and if you don’t mimic the other players’ moves exactly you get hit by a car. I’ve convinced myself that it’s safe, though, and that the traffic’s chaos is controlled, but once a night I hear the crunch of a mid-speed crash outside my bedroom window from the street below. Also I saw a guy get hit by a car.[i]
The past week has mostly been about starting class and grad school apps, so not much else has happened worth reporting. Some more pictures of and from my apartment, and of the library:
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| bedroom |
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| revolutionary graffiti on the corniche |
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| yes, that is a castle |
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| the library |
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| also the library |
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| alexander the great and the planetarium |
[i] He was fine.
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