24th of Jan 2011

That was one hard day at work. Usually we spend a loaded day at work when the next day is a vacation and not a weekend. We need to finalize the work of two days. Yet, it was nothing but another loaded working day with happy feelings of the thought of relaxing tomorrow.

“I can remember I heard something about a protest tomorrow; the 25th of January. I can’t recall where did I hear that? Was it on the internet or TV or from some chatting at work?”
However I heard about it, I can’t say it shake my feelings or thoughts a bit. We’ve had similar protests initiatives many times before and they either ended up not happening, or done with nothing to talk about. For me, it was just another ordinary hormonal reaction to the corruption dominating the country.

I know we’ve got many levels of corruption. Yes, I can touch that from seeing broken streets that I have to go through every day, the inflation that affects the things I buy and use such as clothes and accessories, food at restaurants when I go out with my friends or when getting a car or seeing my parents complaining about the rise of vegetables, chicken and meat compared to their relative prices in the near past. Anyway, my money seemed to never be enough for what I want to have. I could also get in touch with the corruption when I go to renew my driving or car license, when I hear about what goes on with people at any governmental institution, when I visit someone at the hospital and observe how poor the best hospital in the country is equipped, when I see everyone complaining and stressed out faces everywhere in the streets, when I have to spend over 4 hours in my way to a destination that doesn’t need more than one hour to reach, when I see luxury weddings compared to people unable to get married because they don’t have an apartment, when I see the “3ashwa2eyat” compared to finely built villas on the other side of the road, when I see the Vice President debating for our very well economical status because of how much air conditions we sell or the amount of imported cars we have in the country and when I see afterwards a street man with nothing to wear in his feet, talking in a mobile while smoking!

Whatever, “I just want to get that dress, it’s driving me crazy” I kept thinking .
I worked, had fun, went out with friends and then got back to sleep at home knowing that I won’t be able to leave it tomorrow since there were some rumors that the country might not be stable. Anyway, “That’s a good chance to relax at home” I thought to myself!