While I continue to think about what I saw and lived in Egypt, I read the dispatches on ' attack, the statements of Fini, Ciampi .... I think our
Cairo for the wandering along roads frequented by tourists, in the middle to them, eating in their rooms, smoking shisha, where the Europeans set foot ... nn I think the tests they have done to us on the day of the eclipse, as it seemed rough to me, face, arranged to take people to impress the tourists ... metal detectors at the entrances of all the hotels, playing all the time, but for tourists do not provide control ...
I think the fact that in Dahab we had planned to make a stop during our next trip ... I think I feel more at ease seeing police in our house, the Termini railway station, airport ... never around the world I stop to think about the risk to which we are constantly exposed ...
I think that sometimes make us feel with his hands completely tied, helpless, angry but powerless
Our desert is .... white desert, black desert, desert golden ... certainly not the desert red with blood ... yet it is too!
With much sadness that nn has only the red desert, the London Underground, the train station in Madrid ... on and on but for how long? Stefania
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