Friday, April 23, 2010

Welcome you, Egypt


Luxor

As the transfer bus left my airplane and approached the arrivals terminal at Cairo International Airport, I smiled, feeling a sense of peace at the culmination of a 15+ hour voyage, and a growing anticipation at the prospect of arriving at what was to be my home for the next two months.

My family had moved to Egypt during my sophomore year in college, and I had visited the past three Christmases. Now it was May 2009, and I was embarking on a summer of firsts: my first summer in Egypt, my first real living experience in Egypt, and my first forage into the working world of adults.

I waded through the swarming sea of people just inside the airport’s sliding glass doors, searching for the embassy expediter holding a sign with my name on it.

“Miss Siobhan Stewart” It was the first time they’d gotten the spelling right. He was standing in a group among other men with signs; I walked over and greeted him, raising my voice to be heard. This was where it began: the crowds, the jostling, the staring, the endless span of faces.

“Welcome you, Egypt,” he smiled. It was a phrase I would hear often, despite attempted explanations that I had been here before.















Temple in Luxor

At around 31,580 people per km², Cairo is one of the most densely populated cities in the world. As the population increases, so do the heights of the myriad apartment buildings – if ground space is limited, airspace will have to work. All too often, building codes are dismissed with a bribe, and huge sections of the jammed, unending buildings are disasters waiting to happen.

Bribes are commonplace in Egypt, indelibly woven into the system as a misguided fix to the extreme dichotomy between poor and wealthy. In the same way that tips are assumed in the salaries of servers in the States, bribes and “tips” in Egypt are important supplemental income to an impoverished nation.

“Tips” are expected for every assistance: givingdirections, taking a picture for you, “helping” you find a taxi – almost any interaction. Using a toilet (hamam) in any building (museums, airports, etc.) will inevitably begin with a tip to the man or woman holding the toilet paper.


Being constantly badgered for “baksheesh” (tips) was initially frustrating; as an expat, I was not a tourist and felt entitled to being treated like a resident.

My father would occasionally remind us of the extreme poverty of the locals who surrounded us — the armed police guards who protected our house were making 300 Egyptian (54 dollars) per month. Most Egyptians made much less.

“I try to keep in mind,” my father explained, “that when I’m bargaining over a few Egyptian pounds, I’m often making a big scene over about 50 cents.”

My older brother expressed similar sentiments: “I always feel like a jerk when we arrive at our massive, walled house, and I hand the taxi-driver a few pounds.”

The Arabic Language

Still, while there was definite room for generosity, we didn’t let ourselves get taken complete advantage of.

“Eskoon fil Ma’adi!” (“I live in Ma’adi” – an expat-filled suburb of Egypt) I announced heatedly to yet another taxi-driver charging me six times the going price. He grinned and rattled off something in Arabic, exploiting my limited knowledge of the language. I smiled and shrugged helplessly. We bartered a bit more, I in my broken Arabic, he in his tourist-tailored English.

Egyptians always wanted to know where I had learned Arabic, and always told me how good I was (clearly getting carried away in their excitement). I would explain that I had grown up in the Middle East, mostly in Oman and Dubai, and had picked up some Khaleeji (Gulf) Arabic. This information would make them laugh with a new appreciation for my shaky language ability and accent – pronouncing my “g’s” as “j’s” among other differences.

There are many different dialects of Arabic, splitting off between countries and dividing further between regions. A scholar learning Classical Arabic will be understood relatively well across the spectrum, but will probably have difficulty keeping up with the local dialect – however, he/she will have a definite jumpstart on learning the dialect.

A Westerner traveling in Arab regions and speaking classical Arabic is somewhat akin to a foreigner traveling through America speaking old English, with “thee’s” and “thou’s.” However, Classical Arabic is the overarching/scholarly dialect, and isn’t a bad choice for a first attempt at the language. A second choice would be Egyptian Arabic – it is understood throughout Arab nations due to its well-loved films and soap operas.











Tourism Police

But isn’t the Middle East Dangerous?

Growing up in the Middle East and returning to America every summer, I was always assaulted with a barrage of questions from well-meaning acquaintances.

“Isn’t it, like, really dangerous?”

“So, did you grow up with the Taliban and stuff?”

“Do you live in the pyramids?” (I honestly hope that one was a joke.)

The most common question was that of safety, which was incredibly amusing to my family, considering the places we were living in. Anyone who has ever lived in Oman or Dubai knows how safe these places are. Egypt, though incredibly different than Oman and Dubai (pollution, population, history, topography, etc.) is also relatively safe.

My mother, who often lies awake at night when visiting her parents’ suburban house in Connecticut (with relatively high robbery rates), has no problem sleeping at our house in Egypt. Though part of this security comes from huge walls and a personal guardhouse – which, at any given moment, has three young military men with AK 47’s – mostly the sense of safety comes from being in a fairly safe city.














Pyramids at Giza

As a rule, Egyptians are not violent people. Crime, especially violent crime, is low in Cairo, especially considering its population and poverty. Walking around, even at night, is usually very safe. Western girls will often be verbally harassed, but this is something that is often easily ignored. Egyptians will stare, sell, and beg at foreigners, but they won’t harm them – tourism is appreciated as vital source of income for all Egyptians, and there are Tourism Police for further tourist protection at every tourist site.

It is upsetting and ironic to me when the “dangerous” label is applied as a blanket term to all Arabs or Muslims. In my experience, Arabs have always been exceedingly kind and hospitable.














Waiting for our Tour Organizer

On a visit to Luxor, instead of sending us to some overpriced tourist restaurant, our tour organizer, a sweet Egyptian woman in her late twenties, arranged for the driver to drop us at her apartment for lunch. We were dropped at a dusty courtyard, surrounded by beige old apartment buildings. She came outside, modestly dressed with a scarf covering her hair, and led us into her building.

Inside, scarf removed, she sat us down on a small couch, chatting to us with excellent English, as she bustled back and forth between kitchen and dining area.

“I’m a very good cook,” she grinned. “I made some foods that I hope you’ll like.” She had made several American dishes for us – we thanked her though, of course, we would have preferred authentic Egyptian cuisine.

She brought out plate upon plate of bread, chicken nuggets, spaghetti, and french fries. My American friend who was visiting, turned to me with panicked eyes.

“Do we have to eat all of it?” I assured her that there wouldn’t be any great offence if we didn’t finish everything in front of us. The woman’s husband arrived from work, and we began our meal.

“Eat, eat,” they pressed us, passing us the platters of food when it looked like we were slowing down. Sometimes they didn’t bother asking, simply piling more food onto out plates. “Eat, eat.” We ate.












Cairo

There is no other way to put it: I loved my summer job. Working at the Public Affairs section of the Embassy was rewarding, interesting, and all consuming. I admired the embassy’s emphasis on respecting the culture – dress modestly, be sensitive about your words and actions. I also loved working alongside the local hires; Egyptians who helped with translations, connections, and insight into the culture.

A cloud of nostalgia and exhaustion settled over me as I waited for my departing flight from Cairo. I was leaving behind a summer of paradoxes; the tiny community despite millions of people, the laid-back Egyptian mindset contrasting the frenetic barterers, the ancient, beautiful artifacts amidst the dilapidated high rises and extreme pollution.

All of these aspects culminated into an unforgettable experience, and combined they had truly “Welcome me, Egypt.”


President Obama's 2009 visit

Tips for living in Egypt:

-Dress modestly, especially women. Egypt is Muslim country; you already attract attention as a foreigner, don’t negatively add to it.

-Lucille’s Burgers in Ma’adi: Scott McLeaod of Time Magazine famously called them, “the best hamburgers in the worlds.” Well, they are pretty darn good


-Get out of Cairo. Make sure you visit Luxor, Alexandria, and Aswan. These cities are rich with ancient temples, tombs, statues (Valley of the Kings, etc.). A cruise on the Nile (see link below) is a comparatively inexpensive and wonderful way to travel.


-Take a felucca on the Nile. Feluccas are small sailboats which you can rent very cheaply by the hour. It is amazing how peaceful they can be, even in the heart of rush hour Cairo.


-Bargain wisely. If you aren’t sure you want something, walk away — you’ll definitely see it again at another store, and if you walk away, they’ll often drastically reduce their prices.


-Don’t buy souvenirs at tourist sites (the pyramids, museums, etc.). You WILL get ripped off.


-Learn a few words of Arabic. Locals will respect you more, and you’ll fit in better.


-Take the metro. It’s only 1 pound (20 cents) per trip and is fairly easy to navigate. There’s a ladies car for women. It can get really crowded, and is considered unsafe by some, but we used it for a couple years without a problem.


A few links:

State Department Internships:
http://careers.state.gov/students/

State Department Careers:
http://careers.state.gov/resources/index.html

AFS Exchange Program for Students
http://www.afsusa.org/usa_en/focus_on/high_school/26

Nile Cruise:
http://www.nilerivercruise.com/?source=google

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

so easy to say that everything is just the way it seems




Dear Internet Recipe Sharers,

When posting a recipe, please write as though your audience is a) a new cook b) a new English speaker c) below 10 years old. I've grown weary of making up steps between your oh so vague suggestions. Please tell me how much salt and pepper to use. Please define your terms (yes,
all of them). Please do not instruct me to do something "until it tastes right" or looks a certain color. Please please please include all of the ingredients in the list at the beginning and don't assume I have cream of tartar lying around just in case it shows up in the middle of a recipe. I would also appreciate it if you could give warnings - "if it starts to develop this consistency you've gone too far" – like any normal directions (If you've passed Denny's, make nearest U-turn).

In theatre, I was always taught that the audience is fundamentally stupid. You have to spell it out. I think this is even more important in internet cooking, and seeing as this is your playground, I thought I'd send my request out into your space. See, I'm using your language.

Thank you for sharing your knowledge with me,

Siobhan

P.S. And please stop giving long introductions. I don't need to read "porkchops are nature's perfect food" at the beginning of my porkchop recipe. I bought them, I don't need to have their merits extolled to my face. Go join an English class.

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Brian's back from break and providing me with all sorts of new blog fodder, like his conversation with Miss Garcia today.

Miss Garcia: What person did you choose to do your essay on?
Brian: Islam.
Miss Garcia: Islam?
Brian (obviously): Yes.
Miss Garcia: You chose to write about the person Islam?
Brian: Yes.
Miss Garcia: You can't do that.
Brian: Why not? My teacher said I could.
Miss Garcia: You told your teacher you wanted to write on Islam for your biographical essay?
Brian: Yeah, she said I could.
Miss Garcia: No, she didn't.
Brian: Yes she did!

and on...

Oh and the "your mom" jokes have started. I don't know how we've gone this far without them. What's more painful is that they aren't even very good. So I'm not repeating them here.

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On the bright side, I've finally chosen a career: Housewife. It's a shame I had to go through so much education before I could make this decision (IB eats your soul, people), but I'm glad I've arrived.

Not "housewife" in the typical sense – no driving children and cleaning – mostly I've decided that all of my aspirations involve me trying crazy business/solo careers that will need financial backing. My parents have gotten over the whole "oldest daughter" thing, so I figure I just need a man to fund me. A benefactor, if you will. Coincidentally I happen to live in a promising area for such a venture: Lala land. So from now on I'll include status updates from my benefactor hunt. So far I've ruled out most of the men on Craigslist (how do I know that's not a stock Lamborghini photo?)

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An older acquaintance of mine was referring to social networking sites and said something about how all high schoolers have a "Space Page." My mother used to call FB "Facespace," (of course now she has one)...But my point is, these names are way cooler than Facebook and Myspace. Who wouldn't want a Spacepage?

I know I do.