Revolt at Tahrir Square
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
HE stumbled down an empty Tahrir Street, stopping for a moment in front of a sandy-brown tank while keeping a hand on a wound above his cheekbone. A soldier approached him and asked if he was alright. The youth only nodded and continued on his way. In the early hours of the morning, he walked under the glow of the street lamps. The temperature was just 7 degrees Celsius, and this youth with a small beard was wrapped in a thick jacket, his neck co
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