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"Peter are you going to write something for the web page?" …after ten days my hibernated grey cells have gone trough a thermal shock. Awaking was slow because, in fact, night temperatures in the desert are frequently below zero. Just after a weak of traffic chaos, sand and solitude, oasis and palms, Bedouins and wind, stars and hot springs, it is possible for me to focus my mind. Everything is just gorgeous, plastic bags hiding behind salad in the fields, rotten smiles, shakes of hands and "Where you from?", "Welcome to Egypt!" and "Good business."

One day we were in a kind of village somewhere around Cairo, driving on in a non existing road. We stopped in the middle of a crossroad whit our windows dawn to take some pictures. Children gathered immediately around us. What can be more curious than two visitors in a strange vehicle? Aliens, maybe? And that is exactly how I felt. A child grabbed me for my hair to find out if they feel the same between the fingers as black hair do. The difference between me and the Egyptians was fading, at least in me. I wrapped up in my "shal" (a Bedouin scarf) put on my sun glasses and from far everybody would say I was one of them, but whit good shoes. And from a meter of distance I would look as a simple person. But in the Valley of the Kings I turned tourist again, of course, and where I did not have the entrance ticket in my hand I was discreetly handing over couple pounds each time to the guardian and than "Shukran!" (thanks), followed by: "Lets have a look at anther tomb!" Yes, you have to help people, shake hands, smile to them, kindly talk whit sounds to them, have a tea, and than my friend,… there is another dune behind this one!
Ma'a salama and a deep sigh for those that are not here now. (entered by Peter)