Egyptian Revolution Part 1
I was on a school trip when the Egyptian Revolution began. I
remember talking to some friends while in the Hauge, where my trip was, and
everything seeming normal. The day we were set to return, however, riots
escalated and the police were forced off the street. We were forced to stay in
an airport hotel, as the flight to Cairo was cancelled. The next day we
returned to an eerie sight. We
were greeted at the airport by our vice-principal, who filled us in on what had
been happening. The mobile phone service had been cut off, along with the
internet. The streets were deserted, devoid of both police (which had been a permanent
fixture on most street corners) and citizens. Riots had happened before, so
nobody knew exactly what to expect, but most people assumed we would be back in
school the next day. I was dropped off at school and walked the short two-block
journey back to my apartment. I was literally the only person on those streets.
When I got into my apartment my parents had fixed dinner, which I ate quickly
and fell asleep. When I woke up it was night and I had a terrible headache
brought on by a head cold. I remember not even being able to get off my bed
because the pain was so overwhelming, and constantly having a bloody nose. School
was indeed cancelled the next day, as the rioters downtown were still en masse,
and accumulating more as the hours went by. The whole day consisted of phone
calls to peoples houses, as everyone was either checking to see how their
friends were, or simply bored from lack of cell phone service and internet. I
spent the whole day sick, stuck on my couch watching movies and slipping in and
out of sleep. That was the night when I started hearing gunfire.