finish the day with the joy of Friday afternoon. I am happy that after so many months I only have seven or eight weeks to finish my new novel, raw. Then come two or three more months of work, but the hard part is now nearing completion. As always, I write in silence, isolated, without being connected to the Internet even, and turn on the radio I hear that Mubarak has resigned. Nobody knows what will happen now. During these weeks I have heard many times on talk radio more than a dusting off the specter of fundamentalism as blackmail to keep the dictator in power. I'm not sure who will win the final in this revolution, if the moderates or radicals, whether democracy or fanaticism, but today I believe that many days of relentless protest in Cairo have served some purpose, that the dead have not been in vain, that maybe, despite what some claim to the twisted tusk, is possible to hope without fear. 
For years I have been delaying a trip to Egypt, I've never been, by laziness, apathy, or lack of desire, I do not know very well. Perhaps it is time to think to pack to see the pyramids in the not too distant future.
May.
© Andrés Pérez Domínguez, February 2011
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