lately as my time here draws to a close, i have been reflecting on when i first arrived in cairo.
the first arabic that i distinctly remember speaking was trying and failing to ask the bellhop at my hotel how the weather was. the first arabic i distinctly remember being spoken to me was the next morning when i went to breakfast. standing uncertainly in the doorway of the small dining area the women working said khosh which means enter. i didnt know that at the time but have since learned to love that word.
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