This is Egypt.
This is not my Egypt.
Egypt is the street.
My Egypt is a villa.
Egypt drives old american trucks,
coughing out thick dark clouds of human legacy.
My Egypt drives a motorbike
and owns one of the 10 helmets sold in Cairo.
Egypt speaks arabic.
My Egypt chews "dialectized" american.
Egypt veils its women.
My Egypt shops high-heels online.
Egypt reminds me of Cuba.
My Egypt reminds me of Miami under construction.
Egypt is able to give me so many feelings
that My Expat Egypt is able to love it.
