Yemeneese

Cairo sleeps! I remember a night when we had sheesha-nach in the street downtown. It was absolutely quiet and foggy. No cars, no people.

However, tonight I’m reflecting on the quality of my sleep. Lately I’ve been having nightmares. In one all my teeth fell out just like that. In another shells grew on my skin, like on whales. And third there was blood, everything was soaked in blood. Now, what does it all mean? I figure loosing ones teeth has simultaneous meanings, perhaps like when growing up teeth gets replaced by new. Another, letting the guard down, becoming toothless equals powerless like the saying. I’m no oracle, although some may think so, but is this my unconsciousness speaking? How come we don’t speak the same language?

Wanna go to the yemeneese restaurant in Doqqi?