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Sitting on the balcony of our apartment overlooking a busy intersection, I had got to know my uncle, his daughters and family friends during nights spent drinking mint tea and eating takeaway food. Among the adults standing behind Basant washer mother, Nirmine, a lawyer and women's rights activist, my cousin Tamir, who looked after the land and studied pharaonic history in his spare time, and his best friend, Omar, a PE teacher who was planning to move to Cairo to make more money.
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Home Away From Home
Thick palm trees and dark canals slid past my window as the train eased slowly into Minya, a city on the west bank of the River Nile about three hours south of Cairo. It was good to escape the glare of Nasr City, the district in outer Cairo where my father and I had rented an apartment.
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