I was in Berlin during the 18 days of revolution and returned to Cairo a couple weeks after February 11, 2011 when Mubarak stepped down. I felt I had missed out on the revolution’s 18 days of “utopia” as everyone called it and, like any Egyptian away during that time, I wanted to go to Tahrir square immediately. It just so happened that that day was March 8th: International Women’s Day. I thought surely there would be many women there, and it would be a beautiful symbolic moment, because now was the time, if there was any right time. But the outcome was something entirely different, and incredibly disappointing: http://blogs.aljazeera.net/middle-east/2011/03/09/long-battle-ahead-egyptian-women
I was successfully intimidated that day, but at the same time I couldn’t pass up the rare opportunity that my friends described as a photographer’s haven. It isn’t the easiest to take pictures in public space in Egypt, and I’ve been stopped many times before. But for the first time, I went downtown and took pictures without any problems. People had become accustomed to cameras documenting the revolution.
I ended up with these photos that reveal a complete fantasy, with European looking figures and European looking buildings and am writing up a piece about the body politic in the context of Cairo’s urban infrastructure, especially in the context of the revolution and that day, in particular.