Drink your tea, Semiramis!

It has to be at least early in the morning for the horns in the streets of Cairo to stop. The tea in the multi-colored plastic glasses that are sold along Corniche cannot calm the temper. The street anarchy, the traffic lights that are nowhere to be found, the heroic disposition of pedestrians to cross the street, the wild pushing of the locals when they get on the buses, the rotten taxis with the furry seats that don't take into account the heat and priority are the truth of this city. All these, low, on the asphalt. Because if you raise your head and notice the nexus of the buildings that mark out the avenues and the neighborhoods you will see history written differently.

History in the Egyptian capital has good and bad characters. Europeans and deeply Islamic leaders. The time when Farrouk and Nasser were proudly planning a city that is in the East but looks to the West was buried under kerchiefs and kneelings.
Cairo's old elite had planned the city's center with shiny private and public buildings, had ostracized the celebia and whoever kept wearing it had no place in restaurants, cinemas or night clubs. Outside the garages the chauffeurs were polishing the Buicks and the Chevrolets and the living rooms had the windows open for the parties to be heard. All these were until 1952 when the revolution broke out and foreigners started abandoning the city. It was when they were going away, leaving behind closed windows and minds. In 1970 with the Infita the situation became even more difficult. Alcohol, the weaknesses of the flesh and the freedom of knowledge were banned. The religious pressure took the air out of the city's charm. The only thing that was left as comfort was the coolness of the Nile and the embracing walks next to it. Chant Avedissian's stencils were also left. With the faces that marked the city and his mind. Emblematic figures that streched their foot beyond the line that was mapped out by the inherited monotheism. Oum Calsum, King Farrouk, Nasser (the father of Pan-Arabism), the brunette Yolanda that changed her hair color and her name to become Dalidah with her provocative myth. The myths of Cairo are more. Many! Enter the city and look for their charm!