Yesterday morning, I was picking up my laundry from the rack outside my window, when I dropped a pair of funky boxer shorts – you know, the silvery silky ones – which happened to end up on my downstairs neighbour’s rack. I was facing a dilemma: going straight away – at 7am! – to my neighbour’s to ask for my underwear, or wait until I come back from school – at 3pm... I obviously went for the second option, as I could already picture the awkward situation of me asking a complete stranger for my shiny boxer shorts... so there I was, at around 3pm, knocking at my downstairs neighbour’s door... An old woman wearing a headscarf half opened the door and suspiciously looked at me. Great, I thought, she’s a proper Egyptian, it’s going to be fun! So I dared a smile, introduced myself and shyly asked “Hum... have you found something on your laundry rack this morning? I think I may have dropped a piece of clothing...” At this point, I thought she would just throw it at my face with revulsion and ask me to take this sinful item away... but she only pulled a face and replied “No, sorry, no clothes, nothing”... What a f***ing bitch! She blatantly lied to my face! I’m pretty sure she found my underwear and threw it away, or worse, she just decided that it was nice and gave it to her husband!... I was so annoyed I could have punched her face!

On Friday, Isabelle, Marie, Marie-Christine, Marie-Eve, Mario and I went to City Stars, which is the biggest shopping centre in Cairo, and I must say that I was quite disappointed, as this is just your typical super giant American mall with all the high street shops selling items at Western prices... Nothing exotic about this place, I’m telling you! I still bought a couple of shirts and scarves though, as I got carried away by the atmosphere of the place, and couldn’t resist the temptation... Oh well...

On Thursday night, Cynthia called me to ask if I fancied a night out with her friends at a karaoke bar in town. You bet I did! As if my Egyptian social life allowed me to be picky... An hour later, I entered this dodgy bar where right from the entrance, a bunch of prostitutes are trying – really hard – to get your attention and your cash. It was gloomy and weird, but gosh didn’t I sing my heart out on the stage! After a couple of beers, I was shaking my ass to “Baby one more time” and “Summer nights”... At around midnight, Cynthia offered to go to a club downtown, and off we went. Once there we met up with Cecile, David, JB and Samira, who are apparently spending every Thursday night there and know the staff so well that they kiss everyone goodbye when they leave... Anyway, it felt so good to dance again; I stayed on the dance floor from midnight to 3am, dancing nonstop! When I left, my shirt was soaking wet and I was shattered... but so happy...