that dominates the city, where the army has moved from where we hope for a change. Visit of 2005.
To try to understand, I get to the Citadel, including school groups visiting the most significant areas of the city faithful and devoted to the mosque of Mohammed Ali rose to testify that God is one, although the city is manifold. Tourists? There are despite the bombs against them, but seem to decrease, rather than crushed or dispersed and scattered by the majesty of the place. Here is from Cairo, wrapped in the pall of smog and foul-smelling waste fumes mephitic a fleet of the most dilapidated in the world. In the foreground two beautiful mosques of Sultan Hassan and that of ar-Rifai, where the remains of the last Shah of Iran, Reza Palha. Here is the Cairo property but mobile, because even on the roofs of new stems dotted round the god cathode life teems, the terraces also seem to accommodate the dance without rhythm and without any apparent sense of the chaos of civilization. I understand from up here that democracy is compatible with these lands and these people is not and will not be that of Montesquier and Moro and Tocqueville, but perhaps a more authoritarian, with more strength and determination, some enlightened, and respectful of human rights, but perhaps more with less, or rather with the simplest of our laws. Maybe even with the law Koran interpreted with clemency and mercy, shari'a revisited. Who knows.
Why, I say, there is chaos, and not very impressive in size manageable by the resources of men of power. But at the same time, from that chaos always manages to get out, and not so disappointed. And not so destroyed. And not so upset. Living in chaos, however, creates unexpected antibodies able to reorder the psyche and soul. Maybe it will touch a biologist to study this phenomenon, rather than a sociologist.
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