So it's my last full day in Egypt, and I went to buy some breakfast. Of course, Egypt just couldn't let me go without being Egypt, so an old man, one of maybe three on the street, starts screaming at me. I turn and he's yelling, "Where are you from? Hey you! What is your name?"
An uncomfortable minute-long discussion of his travels in America followed, and then he invited me to come sit with him for a while. Luckily, I had chores needing attending to, as it is my last day.
And good thing, too.
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