Dispatches From Cairo: Bragging About Gang Rape
We asked Lauren Unger-Geoffroy, an international artist who lives in Cairo, to share her perspective of life in Egypt after the revolution. In this entry, she writes about a frightening walk home in the new Egypt.
Returning a few evenings ago in the crowded women’s metro train car from a meeting in Garden City—the once-plush Cairo neighborhood of embassies and mansions that’s now filthy and filled with crumbling, grimy buildings and garbage-strewn streets like the rest of the city—I was full of brutal and disturbing thoughts.
Just as I had arrived at my stop, the electricity went out as it does at random times almost daily. As I walked toward the unlit tunnel crossing under the tracks toward my street, I shuffled quickly to clump behind a couple with a baby, moving in close to them for security. The darkness in the tunnel was pierced only by the occasional weak light of a cellphone, and I tripped once in a hole, but caught myself. (continue reading...)