On January 24th, I was a typical (and rather clueless) foreigner in Cairo. “Fresh off the boat,” my plans were to study Arabic and find a job. On January 25th, I became part of a revolution. Excited by the unexpected flurry of activity and equipped with a borderline stupid sense of adventure, I decided to be a witness to the events that would unfold (selected photos here). Perhaps the most remarkable aspect of my experience has been the way in which each one of the last thirteen days of protest differed. The movement has morphed at a dizzying pace, as the struggle rages between a defiant citizenry and a dogged regime.
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