She drives her car. I sit beside her. She walks into the building and immediately sits down on the bench in the entranceway. Out of breath. Woozy. She leads the way to the elevator and pushes the button for the 4th floor. A man with a bald head like hers and a cheeky smile wishes… Read More


“Hello, I’m calling about the studio apartment in Zamalek. Is it still available?” “Yes, it is.” “Great.” “Are you single? Where are you from?” “Yes. Chicago. U.S.” [in a very rude tone] “There are absolutely no male guests in this apartment. Do you have a problem with that?” “Ummm…. yes, I have a problem with… Read More