Sneaked onto the roof top. Slumped on the lounge chair. Waiting for legendary Ra to rise, wake Cairo, the Nile up from their slumber with fingers of orange, red.
Thought I was alone. From a pile of blankets, corner of the terrace, a young man looked up at me and said “Hello!” “Beautiful?”
I replied “Good Morning” slightly embarrassed. It was a cold and windy September in Cairo. “Don’t you feel cold sleeping here?” I asked.
Young man took a puff from a freshly lit cigarette and said ” no, no, really comfortable, here, we worked in the hotel and get to sleep on the roof top every night. Better than going back home to sleep”
“How old are you?”