Swept away by Libya all day, everyday. Makes me want to think back to when I was a child and my feet didn’t yet touch the ground when dangling from a chair. Makes me want to cuddle up in bed reading Cameron’s beautiful “The city of your final destination” until my eyes close. But it… Continue reading
I know, I should. I’m just too busy blowing breath into the perfect aligning of planets.
I’ve been engulfed in covering and following the revolt in Cairo via Twitter for days. Today I saw the way blogger Wael Ghonim in the crowd in Tahrir square has answered to a foreign journalist asking a question in English about how far they are willing to go. He was wrecked after 12 days spent blindfolded in prison, but his black eyes suddenly changed. He looked at the reporter and said “remember, we will do what we have to do”. I wonder what has disappeared from OUR black eyes.