Before the Ghazala Bomb
Tuesday, August 2, 2005
THE Sharm el-Sheikh that I know is a happy and boisterous town. It turns red when the sea and mountains that surround it deflect the morning sun. It is a town that never sleeps.
When I heard that three bombs had exploded in Sharm el-Sheikh and ripped through the pretty tourist town, my skin prickled. I imagined the grand Ghazala Gardens in the string of luxurious hotels in the busy Naama district full of wrecked cars, ruined buildings, broken glas
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