I am being escorted by a fleet of various vehicles carrying gun toting police and army personal. What the heck, I have always wanted to visit Egypt. A little danger adds to the ambiance. And what atmosphere this country has. Tanks rub shoulders with densely built houses, fat old men ride tiny donkeys. Children guide camels into dark narrow alleyways. The Egyptian museum of gives me antiquities, and the local pyramids fill me with awe. I am dinned like a king, yet around me is poverty. Powerless I leave, traveling through the night. Never to return to this a cradle of antiquity.
Footnotes: Genre Memoirs. The picture reminded me of the time I spent at the Cairo Museum of Antiquities.
I do attempt to read the stories posted on FF. However commenting challenges me, it always has.