I felt of close the drama lived for my beloved friend, my will was to bring it for Brazil and finally to as much oppression. Since the beginning the excess called me attention horn in the transit. Exactly without having no apparent reason to the order it seemed to be ' ' buzine' '. Until I arrived to think that the horn functioned as a code of communication between the local population. The vendida beer at the time in the Cairo was without alcohol. The foreigners only could buy in the supermarkets by means of presentation of the passport. Revolt against Mubarak version 1.986. That morning me seemed to be one morning festive.
It had much agitation in the streets, a distinct climate, an extreme movement of cars and people beyond the famous horns. I was there in varanda observing and imagining that it dates festive he would be the Egyptians commemorating? As foreign not being in its familiar environment to the times what we see our front can in them pass a false impression of the facts, and was accurately what it concludes when the telephone touched He was my husband alerting to me so that it prevented to leave house and that it only made it to search a friend ours that did not have telephone in house, would have rumors that was having great tumult in the center of the city (at the time it did not have cellular). Ours! I thinking that it was a party! How mico! When going down of elevator and reaching the street in front of the building, some police women if had approached to me. Until I did not find odd there, therefore in that place always h/dia had 24 policemen, to give to guard to a neighbor ours that was protected of the Kadafi (of the Lybian).