My sister has taken ill. The bells of St. Christopher are ringing to make it an
exact 12 pm. I ordered a latte in German and was asked whether I’d like cinnamon
or chocolate sprinkles in English.
I’ve miss my friends and life in Cairo. The
bells are still ringing. One of my best memories is the night E* and I walked
down Hassan Sabry on the other side of 26th of July and I
revealed secrets about myself, which ended up not being secrets at all. I’m
convinced that I’m in love with him. then there’s T* back home. What was that
Jane Austen quote about mountains vs. men? Insert that here.