Walking through the streets of Aswan, I observed the winds from the Nile blowing against men’s traditional robes, causing the robe to press against their bodies. For most men it exposed a round gut, as if each man was hiding a basketball beneath his frock. I also encountered three adolescents, either death or dumb, gesturing with their upper bodies. Their movements seemed to mimic the harsh sounds of Arabic.
Riding along, we see men riding donkeys. They look like a child riding a Labrador, dwarfing their transport with feet dangling inches above the road. Idle Egyptians line the roadside with stalks of sugar cane, tearing away the green husk with their teeth. Their hands draw the cane away from their mouth and gnaw on the white interior until it is bland, then begin on the next section of stalk.
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