Shortly after the resignation of Hosni Mubarak, I was walking along the Corniche, the Nile promenade, as the sun was setting. The sails of feluccas were tipping in the evening breeze. A young man approached, dressed in a galabeya, the flowing robe that marked him as a migrant from the countryside. In Egypt’s cities such migrants are a constant sight among the street vendors, hawking fruit or fake papyrus or bottles of mineral water.
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