Stepping out into the unrelenting wave of heat to the sound of mechanics loudly whirring with high-intensity, incessant thrumming from the across-the-way car wash reminds me of arriving those two evenings at the airport in Cairo.
My time spent there was behind the scenes, where I witnessed another world’s struggle that tourists have little comprehension about.
The communites there are very similar to ours way down deep in their core beliefs. They value love, honor, and valour.
As summer’s been climbing in the temperatures, I’ve been finding my body remembers those travels.
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