Three

What better way to celebrate The Wander Years' third anniversary?

http://www.andpersandmag.com/archives/april09/travel.html

*Thank you P. You continue, relentlessly so, to be my fair lady.

Since I disabled public access to The Wander Years three weeks ago, I have been overwhelmed by emails demanding access to the space. This despite my not having written in a long, long time.

I must thank each one you for your requests and demands. I am, to put it mildly, humbled.

The simple and very ambitious truth is that I'm trying to write a book. And until I finish it, I want to channel all my epiphanies towards the creative processes involved in storytelling.

However, I realise that removing The Wander Years from the blogosphere is in no way fuelling those processes. Therefore, even though I doubt that I will be blogging in the near future, I think The Wander Years should stick around. Even if it is only a link to click on - on an idle Sunday when you find yourself with nothing else to do. And even if it's not.

Addendum - If and when possible, get your hands on this month's &. (Andpersand) Magazine; I've written an article on my travels in Egypt. Feedback would be appreciated since this is the first time I've officially published anything.

Stories from Oblivion: Chapter Six: Alexandria

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Originally founded by the Greek Macedonian king 'Alexander The Great', this 2339-year-old city was the capital of Egypt for nearly a thousand years until the Muslim conquest of Egypt in 641 A.D.

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i know this old woman
who
talks loudly about
the benefits of yoga
and
her hatred for class four

and that lady
who
can talk endlessly about
the enchantress of florence
and
quotes milton a little too effortlessly

and a daughter
who
spent endless years worrying about
the legacy of her father
and
if she could immortalise it somehow

and the mother
who
is always complaining about
her elder son who is no good
and
how he will leave her one day

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but when im lucky i meet this girl
who
talks about
life with a giggle in her smile
and
why she prefers beedis to cigarettes
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Happy Birthday, Mom.

I may be far away, but I've got a glass of champagne in my hand and a smile on my face.

Stories from Oblivion: Chapter Five: Cairo

What began on an early afternoon as a stroll in a colourless suburb of Cairo, known to the world as Giza, eventually turned into a trip downtown where we got drenched in the city's mystic madness.












































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