I got out of my black and white taxi this morning in the middle of Midan Tahrir and saw almost no one. It was like seeing it underwater or full devoid of buildings, it was so unsettling. Tahrir, at any point of any day, is usually full of people hustling and moving as one to their collective goals, even if it is only to sit and watch the chaotic symphony travel around the square. Every day, that is, except today. happy revolution day.
speaking of revolutions, I will be home in 5 days.