James Joyce’s birthday. A nod to Dublin’s finest. May he rest in peace.
No resting in peace in Cairo tonight as clashes are raging in Tahrir Square.
So sad.
What is so captivating, too, in this unfolding tale in Egypt (and elsewhere in the « Arab » world these days) is the desire to be free.
It’s the same story everywhere. It’s the story Joyce told. It’s the story of his life. It’s the story of my life and yours.
That’s why we’re all watching you, Egypt.