On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Remember when?

One year ago today, I was in Cairo, wondering why I couldn't access twitter or my gmail. One year ago tomorrow, the internet and local phone service was shut down. From there, all hell broke loose. A few days after that, I watched the Army be welcomed into the streets of Egypt as a liberating force. Every police vehicle, every police station was burned. Most of you know my story by now: how they canceled the trains, so I had no way of getting back to Cairo; how a kind couple I met at a race took me in for a week; how I was eventually evacuated by the State Department. I was lucky, needless to say. My life was never in danger.

Today, I'm whiny because I might not make my (arbitrary) mileage goal for the month. And also I ran out of dark purple fountain pen ink at work and had to fill my pen with dark green yesterday. And I was moved into a new office at work, meaning now there's about an hour mid-day when I have trouble seeing my computer screen because of the glare from the floor-to-ceiling windows. CAN YOU IMAGINE?

First world problems much?

كلنا خالد سعيد
(Translation: "We are all Khaled Said," a rallying cry of many of the protestors.)

1 comment:

  1. I got to your blog late in the year... Fascinating story! (and very glad you are safe and sound)