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ALIVE [Jan. 9th, 2008|10:23 am]
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FRIENDS LIST...PLEASE PRINT...ARCHIVE...JOURNAL...THANKS


ALIVE

WELL... NO INFO AT PRESENT DUE TO OBVIOUS REASONS

BRING IT ON...

THANKS... .. ...LOVE, MO1

CONTACT AMERICA...................AND THANKS
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THE CRUnCH OF THE CROTcHES IN CAIrO aka it sucks [Sep. 2nd, 2007|12:32 pm]
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[Current Location |North Africa]
[mood |blankblank]
[music |Dexters Lab in Arabic]

Day by day, one would think, any life would become routine-or, just adjusted. I am maladapted-or in one day the following happened-which include two police incidents, bazaar/bizarre perverts, total loss of car brakes and a true riddle.

First the riddle,out of three siblings-two of the siblings marry two brothers, another someone else. The children of the two siblings who married brothers marry-their son marries the child of the original younger third sibling. How are they related-if someone knows about first cousin marriages-when "doubled"-well, what is the familial relation? I know there must be a name for this-by the way, these are some of my in-laws-I am just attempting to find the correct name....any ideas?

So, it is not actually a riddle, as there is no clever answer. The differing generations can marrry due to wide spread age differences in original group of eight-???????

THE BIZARRE BAZAAR-Khan Khalidi (sp?) is the world's oldest bazaar-a real treat with a slightly sleazy circus atmosphere-and a major tourist spot...anyway, we shop there and smoke shisha in its little alley way cafes. On the way there, with two children, a very heavy uncle's wife in full nijab (face covering) and a very nice aunt, and a cousin driving his very own taxi-the brakes fail-completely fail-in Cairo traffic.

We crash-by sheer luck and the grace of God-into only two other taxis-missing all tourists, buses and trucks. So, the tourist police are "nice" as I am not covered and look(and am) American (read dollars)-we pay off the appropriate people and the children and women leave without any adult males escort.

Had we been at the bazaar, even though it was a Friday-we would have been okay-unfortunately, we cross over into the Attaba-a very packed locals-only area which sells very cheap goods. No tourist police. In fact, no military police. I am not covered. I am about five inches taller than most women here-we are attempting to follow in a flesh-on-flesh crowd-a short heavy woman in full nijab-with no purse to distinguish her from the hundreds of other short heavy women in black nijab-in the crowd, we can't identify her by her shoes-as we can not see them. Impossible.

My son is with the one aunt. He is instructed to elbow and push away anyone as able-which he does quite well. She appears to have a good hold on him. I have my little girl in front of me-standing out as the only-and I saw no non-locals at all-woman Amerika, I am pushed against from behind by the most repulsive of guys-in galabayas (long shirt-like garments to ground)-they consider me free-picking and, worse, there is no adult male escort. I scream at them in Arabic, and they press their pelvis against me-one grabs my boob-so-to everyone's amusement I scream in Arabic, "If you touch my boob, I will slit your throat." I get lost with my daughter. We literally have to fight our way through the crowd. The women, I elbow. The men I curse-then they back off.Mostly. At that point, one crotch cruncher was just like another.

At any rate we finally reach the end of the Attaba and find the black figure we were attempting to follow-my son elbows a big kid who gets him and then my daughter whacks the kid with a water bottle-okay, nobody touched her-so, we win. We all pile into a taxi-the cousin (taxi/breaks)is still somewhere else.

In the taxi, the nijaba (woman wearing nijab) gets a call. Her daughter has just been taken by the police in their village after a physical fight after exiting the bus-apparently with two Christian girls. At any rate, nobody is arrested, but the girls are all a bit banged up. Nijaba goes into a screaming rage-in Arabic-about the Christians in general-including stripping them naked, hanging them from trees and whipping them. She lets forth a string of curses so vile that the cab driver puts on a tape of the Quran. OKAY. The back and forth calls and the screaming cursing hysteria are just too much.

At my mother-in-law's house, after continued arguing, screaming and general chaos-my mother-in-law becomes ill. I promtly pass out into an escape sleep.

Before we leave, I am told my clothing is too tight and a cousin is looking at my ass-really! Disgusting! In my defense, I am wearing long jeans and two shirts for modesty-Oh, and a baseball cap-which rather-how stupid of me-reads "American Eagle".

Oh, then they seriously discuss the obvious rumor that the president of Egypt is dead-later that night-the president states he is not ill-or dead.(This is true-please look at Egypt news AP articles for Friday.)

Sometimes, well, some days here are just quite trying.....over and out...Sandy in Sodom
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(no subject) [Apr. 3rd, 2007|12:34 pm]
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[Current Location |planet purgatory]
[mood |coldcold]
[music |elevator]

THIS GIRL IS BEGGING IN A "TOURIST AREA"-BEHIND HER THE TOURIST POLICE ARE SCREAMING AT HER, AS I GIVE HER MONEY and yell at them....she runs off into the heavy traffic..

A COPTIC CHURCH STEEPLE/PALM SUNDAY HERE

WHY NOT TO TAKE PICTURES AT THE MASQUID/MOSQUE ON MOHAMMED'S BIRTHDAY......NOT WELCOMED..

STILL HOLDING OUT FOR CONTRACT...IT IS GETTING DIFFICULT...THE PHONE IS OFF...INTERNET BILL DUE TOMORROW...THE DARFUR WOMEN-PREVIOUS ENTRY-I FINALLY "GET IT"-SHE IS NOT GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT SHE IS A "SILENT PARTNER" IN-MAYBE THAT IS A STORY IN ITSELF?

HOWEVER, I DON'T FEEL QUITE CLEAN SPEAKING WITH HER......weather prediction: sandstorms
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of censorship and the OTHER worlds [Mar. 8th, 2007|12:55 pm]
cairocandy
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[Current Location |hell]
[music |none]

No BOTOS BLEASE...

I have been away. In every sense of the word.

Sometimes, I think if I am away, I will be forgotten and blow away with this coming season's sandstorms.

The weight of living here is like trying to breathe in an airless place-I feel like I can't even catch a breath-actually, somewhat like drowning.

My computer is down-third time this week alone. It may actually post-or not.

I am removed from the chaos here-for the sake of my sanity.

MY SECOND ARTICLE WAS CENSORED THIS TIME VERY CLEARLY, AFTER MAGAZINE ASSIGNMENT AND ACCEPTANCE, AFTER IT WAS TO BE "COVER STORY" AND AFTER MY INTERVIEWS AND RESEARCH...

MY EDITOR SENT ME A TXT, "AMAZING, AMAZING, AMAZING ARTICLE!"

I HAD EXCELLENT "REVIEWS" AND I HOPED BEYOND HOPE THAT SOMEHOW IT WOULD MAKE IT TO PRINT....

IT WAS "CUT" AND I WAS REALLY PISSED-ALTHOUGH I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE-IT STILL CAME AS A-WELL-NOT DISAPPOINTMENT-MORE LIKE A DAWNING LIGHT-OR A FADING LIGHT AT DUSK-LIKE, OK, YOU ARE SCREWED NOW....YOU MAY NOT WRITE ABOUT WOMEN/CHILDREN/RIGHTS/HUMAN RIGHTS ISSUES-EVEN THOUGH I NEEDED TO DO SO...I DID USE CAREFUL WORDING...I PRE-CENSORED MYSELF...AND WHAT I WROTE WAS GOOD. AND IT WAS, SOMEHOW IMPORTANT...

I JUST DON'T KNOW NOW. I WILL TRY AGAIN. I RETAIN RIGHTS TO ARTICLE-I WILL REFUSE PAYMENT. I AM JUST DESPONDENT...ONLY BECAUSE WHAT I WROTE IS REASONABLE AND JUST AND FAIR-I BROKE NO LAWS, I JUST SHED SOME LIGHT ON WOMEN AND GIRL'S LIVES HERE-SIMPLE, TRUE AND TOTALLY OUT OF THE REALM OF WESTERN REALITY.

SO, WELL. THIS IS OBVIOUSLY NOT ALLOWED. NOT ALLOWED. SILENCE IS CONSENT.

My daughter's play had 30 flags and more-they refused her flag project-the American Flag was not present-even in "English" part of play. I was literally forced to stand during this country's national anthem...

I do not feel well physically. I feel like I should feel something. Let me try to post this. Sorry to be such a total downer...sandy

SILENCE IS CONSENT SILENCE IS CONSENT SILENCE IS CONSENT SILENCE IS....WHEN THERE IS NOTHING...........................................(I NEED TO READ FRIENDS' POSTS BUT MUST BE CAREFUL DUE TO COMPUTER NOT CONNECTING...)
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Hiding in the tombs of Giza [Nov. 6th, 2006|10:39 pm]
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[Current Location |in company]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |visitors talking]

Just a quick update, company sitting a few feet away......

Today, in anticipation of leaving, I was able to make it to the pyramids..I have an unusual attachment to camels....went to one of the lesser pyramids-Queen Heb****, born 2551 BC-at any rate, nobody was around, and I had gotten through as an Egyptian-so much for security- so I was very free to roam.

Climbed into small underground chamber of queen H and,although at first claustropobic(sp) it opens up into a larger area and was very serene-I could recline in actual site of burial-Mummy et al removed-and stare up at a stained granite (?) ceiling. I stayed awhile, positioning myself as if dead. It was very lovely...lovely to the point of its very loveliness being unsettling....

Then, I had the more mundane, but here remarkable-experience of seeing many undressed female tourists...of course, I took pictures of them taking pictures of the pyramids...got an excellent one of a women in white, a "costume" arab head dress flying in the wind, welcomingly delicious smile, and Hell's Bells-a sleeveless white tank top-I asked if her boyfriend would bend over because he had a large green weed leaf print on his butt-an excellent photo-I still have no cable to download my pics.

Anyway, it must not be cold for the crazy Russians here...they are wearing no sleeves and very very short shorts....I took several butt pictures, having seen more of the pyramids than shapely bottoms.....shit, now that sounds shallow-at any rate, I would say Russians have quite nice asses...

Had a good camel ride, with a sweet camel who was not at all temperamental. Unfortunately, the camel's owner/driver insisted on riding with me..but this way, we at least went faster and somewhat off the beaten trail...he kept asking me to hold onto him (like on a motorcycle) which is, of course, total bullshit...it is hard to fall off a camel-no stirrups are even needed-as long as one is relaxed-I think camels can tell if one likes them...anyway,camels are cool BUT

I would rather be having brunch by the Pacific Highway........

Back on tonight. I am trying to see camels and such before I leave....I don't know if there is camel riding in States-Hell, I bet there just is!!!!!
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What is the difference between asses and assess? [Oct. 17th, 2006|03:08 pm]
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[Current Location |by silent CNN at Iftar, Cairo Still]
[mood |infuriatedinfuriated]
[music |kids making little firecrackers,BANG]



OK. The above image WAS NOT done by a professional artist(BUT IT DOES ASK WHY)-obviously-so THE EDITOR HAS MANGLED-NOT ONLY MY ARTICLE-BUT THE ENTIRE MAGAZINE. That would be a professional and over-paid editor!

VERIFICATION OF STUPIDITY:

The last paragraph, line 2 from top, of my good-not magnificent-article-contains, in print,two errors in one sentence. WTF? OK. Is "it is" too hard to get correct? Is a misplaced-or nonexistent comma a major challenge? Did the meaning of important last paragraph need to be changed to demonstrate absolutely incredible ineptitude.

Well, then. Did the printer throw up on the blues (understandable) or did you just happen to sign off on a pull-quote with smeared text? Bravo. No more articles for said magazine.

OK. NOW THIS ONE WAS FUNNY:

"...it is a time ...to take an honest look at our lives and asses..."

ABOVE DIRECT FROM THE LETTER FROM THE EDITOR.

I THINK YOUR AVERAGE THIRD GRADER WOULD CATCH THIS ONE. IT SHOULD READ "ASSESS."

Please tell me how the hell, a real-life third grader found pixel errors in the pictures?

SHIT. THANK YOU DEAR PHOTOGRAPHER FOR NOT SHOWING UP FOR THE INTERVIEW I WAS TO WRITE. MAY GOD JUST BLESS YOU AND YOUR FORTUNATELY TIMED HANGOVER.

The good news is I can take the issues I was responsible for and compare them to following issues-of course, it is now impossible to work there. I know there are a serious amount of errors in text, spelling, etc. in my entries, but then, this is not work. Damn. Also, how the hell did they add the word "fairytale" to a sub-header in an architecture/design article? Well, Hell.

I stand behind "my" issues, including the one on Yacobian Building, as it covered serious social issues, including: political graft, child labour, forced prostitution, gay issues and other more meaningful articles..it also featured serious actors...and soon to be censored, talk shows. Shit and double Shit.

I have been critical of fundamental religion and its effect on women and children. I have made jokes. Maybe I have overstepped certain lines (no). I would like to think that, while OK here, no one would be so insensitive to stir up the already overflowing shit, solely for shock value, in print....and cause what will, no doubt, be a reaction of the Muslims in London, to purely provocative bullshit designed only for shock value. Hey,it's Yellow Ragtime!

I do not think it is quite needed to talk about smoking dope after Iftar-unless one is exposing hypocrisy....at any rate...you seriously challenged shit-wads for brains-was it necessary to insult your own religion's practices, without a serious point? Just to shock. That's self-indulgent immaturity and irresponsible in print. Unless, you can be as good as "The Daily Show"--or "South Park"--but, you are not. By the way, please feed that same anorexic model-and not just cocaine. And, when "stretching" her legs, try not to make it look too fake. The rule is 33%, not, oh shit is that her neck or her crotch?

I am so pissed off. Also, does anyone in an international magazine NOT understand Italics? I know you do not have an AP Stylebook because I have it. Please use grammar check before publication.

OH, a deadline means a deadline, which would mean-even in Egypt-latest the 5th-Not the middle of the damned month. And, I have not been able to bring myself to read entire issue. It is just painful. I guess you can be monumentally stupid when you have OPEC money. This contradicts every genetic theory-cuz the late and the great OPEC Papa Bear was a brilliant and recognized author.

Maybe, I should have known. Pen names rule!!!!!


A subduded rant....I have a few hours alone, as dear mother-in-law is out shopping with dear brother-in-law's money for a new refrigerator. OK, I said plane tickets. I think between the rotting frig and the nonflushable toilet, I may just be on my last straw. But, I will be damned before I eat my mother-in-law's food-the kids can eat. But, just out of principle, I refuse to participate.

OK. It is offically IFTAR. Someday, when I feel less stupid, I will actually state the name of the magazine........sandy,,,,,,,,hell,was that a comma, ASSES THIS! [Editor Note: all my frickin errors LET STAND]
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Day 740 KSA time-1/Ramadan ad infinitum [Oct. 10th, 2006|07:51 pm]
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[Current Location |a tiny piece of purgatory]
[mood |gratefulgrateful]
[music |electric fan]

I've written several books in my head. I've written several new poems there also. My "older" published writings(the ones I like) are somewhere in a blue suitcase in the States. My recent articles are here and there-some good-some sarcastic, but unfortunately, under my name. My recent article got a five page spread-but who knows what the Editor did to it...I really should take a look...tomorrow I have an interview-again WTF? Who thought I would be writing about architecture? Apparently, I have a flair for describing chairs....and bathroom fixtures! Hell. The ad copy stands as its very own testament to why God created Marx....and I feel guilty. I'd go back to work-work, but I just don't have the heart to do fashion stuff right now-or make certain I am using true BRITISH usage while editing...the rule is always add a U. (an U???)

Anyway,
RE: THE YACOUBIAN BUILDING-read it in translation.
My weekend (here Friday-Saturday) was spent actually discovering that the above novel is not at all an dramatic exaggeration of the facts....the babbala/doorpeople actually do live on shacks on the roof-Ub Waled-Father of Waled-never called by another name-was to be evited from his roof shack on Sunday by one of my mother-in-law's building owners-I guess this would be in the true spirit of Ramadan-as he is Coptic Christian and was given two days notice. WHY? His wife's attitude was not "correct." In other words, she retains some dignity. Or, as Ub Waled said, "It is not possible to keep my dignity." By his words and actions, he ultimately wins.

Darling owner-her real name here-Widow and Bitch Supreme "Madame Tolab" was to evict-the man, his wife, his teenage daughter, his two younger teenage sons, his older son's (away mandatory military)pregnant wife-teenager, her two year old and any belongings they may have.

After some information gathering, I was told that the usual way of "eviction" is to "start an argument" and have roof-dweller react, and then call the police. In the case of Ub Waled-the main area military police is located directly across the street.


Needless to say, the buildings owner always wins, especially against poor Christians who do not read or write. After several phone calls and speaking with Ub Waled and Um Waled (mother of Waled) I was able to find a job for him-but shit-no room at the inn in Egypt. Madame-True-Example of the spirit of Ramadan decided to "Keep them" for now. This was only due to divine intervention, as a group of "people" were praying for them-I had asked for lodging, but prayers must have worked. And, perhaps, calls from the tenants.

At any rate, being totally pissed off at THE MADAME, I did some research on her and her family, which should prove useful, should she ever decide to evict them again. Which, of course, she will. I was trying to line up a photographer for the fiasco, but it was, thankfully, unnecessary

Sort of an Islamic Scrooge story minus the redemption. Touching.

This is just an example of the total shit people must put up with here in order to just eat.

Again, just a little piece of the pie. I will make another entry to confess my small rebellions....over and out...sh
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part II-ethics,morals and compromise in the Big Mango [Oct. 4th, 2006|02:40 am]
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[Current Location |back towards the world]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |helicopter-is Rice in town?]

The Big Mango-a term actually used by the wealthy here-to be oh so "cute"-yes they do know about the kids picking the trash to eat, but prefer to wear Jimmy Choos shoes-which I have immorally taken part in promoting via totally selling-out "text"-reference hopefully not meant to be totally clear. [DISCLAIMER]

When I was a little girl I had a book on manners, "What would you do, dear?"-it taught proper table manners, social eti-quit (error intentional) and the very important use of forks,etc....

Please explain how these manners can be passed on here. Or Why? Or what compromises are made for survival? Who can say what people do or choose in any given situation? I thought I could. Well, everything becomes more flexible in the harsh light of Cairo's sun.

OK. The ironing kids-now grown more to mid-teens have come to the door. They are Christian, they totally overcharge-easy twofold-I overtip by 150% for all services. This is not just out of the goodness of my heart-it is so my children are "watched on the streets." If I overpay, I can imply favours-such as...please tell me if some of the street kids are after my kids...or keep an eye out for me when I go outside. I also, send these kids-they can't read-to the Christian pharmacy and pay when they get burnt or injured at work. I would probably do it anyway, but now-I understand-it is better-that all of us understand they are to keep watch. The trash man is also overpaid-at least sixfold-because he knows everyone and reports back. The shopkeepers must be paid also-both by being a customer and by overtipping the kids who bring the goods. The women who sells abayas must be used for abaya-buying-as she has the whole area mapped out-and has sons in one section, where the kids walk.

So, do I let my son out, at seven? In the streets-there are no stopsigns? The streetkids have chased him with sticks and rocks. The teenagers throw little "bombas"-firecrackers-and his bike has been a temptation and he has been chased? Do I keep him in a small and dark apartment, with no yard (obviously) and nowhere to go-and-of course-no gameboy-or electronic games-etc.

Do I let him out? Do I let him learn to fight back? Do I let him "train" in rougher areas-like the village or more dangerous areas where his cousins are? Do I let him survive? Do I let him pick up a stick or a rock or a "bomba"-where is the line? The point is, WHERE IS THE LINE?

With his cousins as his "back" he can learn to handle these streets. And I was the type of mother, who padded sharp corners, baby-proofed the house, cover electrical sockets-etc. But, electrical cords here are taped and wires self-connected. Safety in one aunt's home, means staying away from-no shit-a fan on a chair without a screen-and I mean an old fan. Like an iron prop plane-I vow to break it next time, because nobody here will ever place a screen on it-or move it away from the hordes of rumbling cousins.

Do I let them drink the water? Hell, there is NO CHOICE. Do, I go searching, if someone bothers my daughter-yes-and she never ever goes out alone-but I do go searching-and I let the overtipped people know-and those streetkids-well, they seem quiet now.

Everytime the children are outside I am sick to my stomach.

Now, my son can run with the best, in the village and somehow be "okay"-in fact, his cousins, actually had me come down to "stop him" because he has learned well how to take care of himself...then what happens when he goes back to the States? How does one explain a seven year old who can make firecrackers from torn apart "bomba" gunpowder and brillo-type pads-I just found this out!!! In this world, all the kids know how. I could literally vomit. But...how to keep him safe? His sister can't go out alone.

Sometimes, I can follow them and do. In the village, this is almost impossible...even sitting outside-I do-in full covering-is considered-well-unacceptable. I said I don't go out alone-or almost not at all. But in the village compound, I have gone out at night, alone and crossed dumping areas with their-I was afraid-trash, many dogs-especially at night-some guys hanging out-and very bad "Western-sounding" Arabic-looking, looking, looking. It is a nightmare. It is so hard not to become lost...When the kids are in the village, I am expected to be inside with the females. Period. I escape.

I search for the children. When, I speak, I get followed. Each time, I vow, never ever, to go there again. How not to go? How to keep quiet, in the back of the car-mother-in-law in front-and "be good?" Impossible choices.

Children are not watched here. They are just-for the most part-ignored-or asked to fetch something-or in trouble for talking. There is no childhood here.

Hell, and we would be the lucky ones. The Christians tell me to have more faith. The Muslims tell me that Allah has appointed a time of death-so there is really not much one can do-including supervising children.....meanwhile, I just try to maintain a sense of balance....

not be a "spoiled Amerikan"-I float the damned ants (not cute brown Ameerican ants-the native biting variety) to the top of the rice and take them out. I learn to throw trash overboard. I fake it. I have faked it for two years and four days. It is not getting any easier....in fact, sometimes, I just don't fake it, anymore.

I really don't live anywhere anymore.
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A Tale of Trash/street children and wishes [Oct. 4th, 2006|01:51 am]
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[Current Location |desk moved-back to window-bare arms]
[mood |complacentcomplacent]
[music |yesterday's cnn]

Have just dumped a pot of old carkaday (Don't know English word for this) out of the shutters into the back common "dumping area" for garbage. It is acceptable-although it is bad manners to throw it out the front windows. I used to think this was barbaric. What has happened? The rules change, and slowly, without realizing it, one begins to adapt to these customs and they become "normal." or "normal". (depending on which grammar rules apply-here interchangable)

A Tale of Trash: Here is the story of the hierachy of trash in my world:

First: the semi-offical trash man knocks on the door and collects trash. He gets first choice and is paid 5LE a month or less than onedollareUS.

Second: Before the first choice person comes, the man passing on his donkey cart, calls out for trash (obviously in Arabic)-at this point, he can get "good trash"-this means plastic bottles, broken furniture, broken cups, empty jars, etc.-plastic is always reused-so most people keep plastic bottles and fill with water-as water supply may shut off, or water may come in brownish. This person is in direct competition with the regular trash collector.

Third: the kids who carry trash in rice bags. They appear to be hired by someone? They carry opened large (you would not see these bags in West) ricebags and hold these by ropes which they carry hung onto their backs-the ropes rest against the upper forehead.

Fourth: the kids who collect trash from the infrequent "dumpster area"-which in the best case means, a large container with trash in and scattered across sidewalk and into street in an area of approx. eight-10 meters-often much more. They pick through the trash, after the others.

Fifth: the cats, at any given time, at least 10 cats are going through the trash. They are not very friendly, and are more agressive than the dogs.

Sixth: the feral dogs-groups of dogs then go through the trash-very meekly and in small groups. They are considered religiously "haram"-and if one touches you-that would be ANY dog, one is not allowed to pray until the garment is washed seven times-in some opinion-or one time, and then cleaned 6 more times in some other manner. Dogs are not allowed in the house as a house with a dog is a house without angels...dogs are well-hated here, and, even in packs, docile and abused with rocks. If one were to pray without this washing, then full ritual cleansing, one's prayers are not accepted. These would be the normal teaching which I have been exposed to, although, perhaps these are not the norm-I have no basis for comparision....

So, having thrown out a pot of cooking "teas" from window, I have become "different." I always hear the falling trash from the back windows-it used to disturb me-now, I have just learned that I must close these shutters-of course, no one has screens-so falling trash from upstairs does not ruin the clothing...there are no closets built-in like in the States.


Once upon a time, I remember that there were fines for "littering"-there is no such thing as littering here. Actually, if there were garbage disposals, many kids and animals would not eat-I am not in any way being sarcastic-I wish I were. There is no public food help-that's just not even imaginable here-some places do give away bread-and there are lines.....The worst of it is the children who beg outside of McDonald's (a high-class expensive resturant here-with doorman always)-staff come out and threaten these kids-or even hit them-again "normal" here-I think some people save something for these kids-I do-anyway, before I gave up meat-I would save something for the kids...thn they save some of it, or it goes back into these areas where there are twisting dirt "alleys" and hut-like homes and probably is re-sold in another form.

Without medical care, government aid, labour laws,mandatory schooling (impossible), innoculations-or even clean drinking water-everyone is on the hustle, just to eat. These areas are called-roughly from Arabic slang"-the snake streets, due to their winding, inassessability to outsiders, walls and deadends. These areas are then divided into Muslim and Christian areas. There is no comparision to any place I have seen in the US-including Appalacian and the worst inner city areas. Military police (always with their careless automatics) stay outside these areas, but really never enter-the people who live here are shrewd survivors-and most amazingly, will share their meal with you.

I know people in the snake alleys. They are decent, on the hustle-but at least, they are exactly what they appear to be. A refreshing change-everyone else is wearing a mask. I am posting again if able-as Ramadan means no privacy and no decent connections..spelling errors and typos all stand proudly in error.......over and out..sh
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Sinai Fashion Police or is that a "don't" [Sep. 24th, 2006|03:19 pm]
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[Current Location |ABAYA-YES I HAVE ONE ON-HIKED UP BY WINDOW]
[mood |cynicalcynical]
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WHAT IS THIS WOMAN WEARING? and why?

WHILE PICKING UP MANGOS (APPARENTLY ILLEGAL) I WAS MET BY HAPPY LITTLE SOLIDERS ALL IN WHITE WHO COULD HAVE ONLY BEEN STOPPING ME FOR WEARING THE VERY LATEST IN SINAI-BY-SUEZ FASHION. I WILL CALL THESE AUTOMATIC TOTING MANGO MANIACS THE SINAI FASHION POLICE. APPARENTLY, WHEN VISITING ANY MONUMENT-SUCH AS THE PHALLIC BAYONET ONE FOR THE 6TH OF OCTOBER WAR-ONE MUST NOT NOT NOT TOUCH THE DAMNED MANGOS-MIND YOU THESE MANGOS HAD ALREADY FALLEN...ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF THE BAD TIMING WHICH PLAGUES ME...SOME MILITARY GUY WHO REQUIRED PROTECTION WOULD ALSO BE VISITING THE MONUMENT AT SOME UNSPECIFIED TIME....BUT, APPARENTLY, SPEAKING ENGLISH MEANS THE SWEET SOLIDERS-WHO DON'T UNDERSTAND A WORD-CONSIDER AMERICAN WOMEN NO THREAT TO THE MILITARY AND THEIR MONUMENTS...GOOD CALL. THE GOOD NEWS IS I ATE A MANGO. THE BAD NEWS IS I TOOK THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION LETTER M...PLEASE DEPORT ME NOW...I HAVE THE EVIDENCE...AND ACCORDING TO MY RESEARCH AM ELIGABLE FOR DEPORTATION-TICKETS PAID.... PLEASE REFER TO THE SAID LETTER M MISSING FROM SIGN. ALSO, AVAILABLE IN MY TOP DRAWER.

I FEEL I MUST EXPLAIN THE PICTURE:

WTF? JUST CALL ME SHALLOW OR VACUOUS OR EVEN A FASHIONISTA. BUT remember you heard it here first. Notice the black baseball cap (a mag. freebie) with genuine (no shit) silver and titanium threading in the uber-chic visor SEDUCTIVELLY perched atop the very cheapest of authentic Chinese polyester head-covering in bold blood-red.

More? INSTEAD OF THAT TIRED LITTLE BLACK DRESS (OR A PAIR OF-SHEILD MY EYES-SHORTS) WHY NOT SLIP ON SOMETHING MORE CLASSIC, SUBSTANTIAL AND ALWAYS APPROPRIATE FOR THE 105 DEGREES AT SUNRISE HEAT-YES, LADIES, A COMPLETE, MULTI-LAYERED, SANDCATCHING-HEMMED, EBONY ABAYA WITH ABSOLUTELY SUMPTUOUS LONG SLEEVES TO COVER THOSE (PLUCK OUT MY EYES) OH SO SEDUCTIVE HANDS. STILL NOT CONVINCED? THIS VIRTUAL PIECE OF LOW-COUTURE INSPIRED ART-WEAR, CAN EASILY ACCOMODATE A FAMILY OF FOUR, SHOULD ONE REQUIRE AN EXTRA-LUXE TENT.

UNDER THIS COPIOUS COVERING FROM POLYESTER HELL, SLIP ON YOUR INSIDE CLOTHING (FEMALE ONLY INSIDE CLOTHING) OF ANOTHER FRILLS AND THRILLS BLACK SLIP, LONG-SLEEVED CAFTAN-PURPLE ROSES PLEASE- AND THOSE SPECIAL UNMENTIONABLES PASSED DOWN FROM YOUR GRANDMOTHER. (PLEASE STOP ME)

and don't forget those-yes-Amerika style saran-wrap grey I can't inhale pants-as required by religious doctrine (minus the Amerika part-but we are only human!)

FOR WESTERNERS: THOSE BRA-THINGS ARE PERMITTED, AND NOW WIDELY AVAILABLE AS A REMARKABLE, SAVVY PLACE TO STASH YOUR CASH AND TISSUES-OR PASSPORTS, AS THE CASE MAY BE. (bOObs required)

AS ALWAYS, SHOES ARE OPTIONAL......

[ FOR THE MAJORITY OF THE WOMEN AND GIRLS WHO ARE NOT TAUGHT TO READ-YOUR SONS OR BROTHERS MAY BE KIND ENOUGH TO READ FOR YOU...AS IS THE CUSTOM OF THE REGION YOU MAY HAVE THIS EASTERN PERSPIRED TIMELESS AND FULL-ON-GLAM OUTFIT (MINUS CAP) FOR SIX MONTHLY PAYMENTS OF WHAT IS EQUIVILENT TO YOU AND YOUR ELEMENTARY SCHOOL FEMALE-CHILD WORKING FOR ABOUT ONE MONTH-FRIDAYS OFF FOR PRAYER AND LAUNDRY.]

WHAT A FRCKIN DEAL LADIES...AND HERE'S THE CATCH...YOU HAVE TO-AND WE MEAN HAVE TO HAVE IT...SO DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT...CUZ IN SINAI YOU REALLY CAN'T.

NOTE: WESTERN ARMANI SHADES, CIRCA PRE-EGYPT NOT INCLUDED.

---JUST THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW YOUR BILLIONS-LITERALLY-DOLLARS IN USA TAXES ARE PROVIDING EDUCATION FOR THE BOYS WHO CAN BUY THE ABAYAS-OH, AND TO REPLACE DESCECRATED SIGNS, AND PROVIDE MANGO-PROTECTION--- OVER AND OUT...SH
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