Walking out of the dark gas clouds of Tahrir and into the brightly lit streets of downtown Cairo, where life goes on as normal is a surreal experience. No one is dying, or throwing rocks, or firing tear gas, yet this normalcy is directly tied to what happens in those few dark blocks of Cairo just around the corner.
Streets like Monsour or Mohammed is where the fate of this country rests, in the hands of a few scrappy youths who won’t give up an impossible dream: To tear down the countries most powerful institution with their dirty, soot-covered hands.
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