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"America."
In an angry voice: "Blah blah blah, Obama. No pictures! We don't support the foreign policy."
We calmed him down with smiles.There were a lot of people in the Muslim Brotherhood in the area we were hanging out in. They were wearing red and white scarves. Eventually we made it to a really cool café with some Egyptian people my friends met at the protest last night—one's an actor and the other is a high school student who doesn't know what he's going to do after the protests. They started playing Xbox and smoking shisha. L hit on an attractive Egyptian woman. She was about 25 and very responsive. He wooed her with his speaking skills.The guys we met said that the military has urged everyone to stay in Tahrir. A march is hard to control and lends itself to vulnerabilities. But just having everyone here is amazing. He said that no one ever dreamed it could be this massive. People started singing Arabic songs in unison. I had no idea what they are saying.One of our new friends asked me, "What are you doing in Egypt?" I said, "Mish arif." ("I don't know.") High fives all around. The high-schooler said, "Rachel, I have some advice for you: If you trust in yourself then you will find the way."We stayed at the café for a bit, and I ended up sitting next to possibly the most intelligent person I have ever met. There have been conflicting reports about how many people are attending the march, but he said the number was two million and I believed him. He is 19 years old and wore a hat. He told me he has been in love seven times and fired from at least two jobs. He has an amazing outlook on life and said, "I don't see my future in Egypt. Education is bad, work is bad, plus the girls don't have sex."We decided to leave after that, and my new best friend came home with us to cook dinner and meet my dog.RACHEL POLLOCKAlso by Rachel Pollock:
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