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A trip to Cairo in 1980 was an introduction to the Egyptian women of that time. Now we can pay homage to their daughters
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Piece Description
A trip to Cairo in 1980 was an introduction to the Egyptian women of that time. Now we can pay homage to their daughters
Transcript
January 2012
An Arab Winter into Spring
It was December 8th 1980 when we first landed in Cairo. Anwar Sadat was the President of Egypt though he would be assassinated barely ten months later by fundamentalist army officers on October the 6th 1981. As we were driven from the airport to the hotel our taxi driver leaned back and spoke, “The Beetle is dead.” “What?” We asked. We could not grasp what he was saying in his halting English as he sped along the straight and almost empty highways into the caldron of Cairo. Well before the internet, news could still travel by high speed connections, igniting a wildfire of grief as it traveled across the world. John Lennon had been gunned down as he left his New York City apartment. For those of us who lived it, this was one of those, ‘you remember where you were when you heard the news’ moments.
The end of one year and the beginning of the ano...
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