color me zamalek.

Look out the window at the dirty apartment building across the street. See a sea of beige curtains hanging like lonely puppets on dusty curtain rods. Down a little and to the left sits a little old woman with white hair surrounded by a warm glow behind magenta curtains. Her little old husband sits with a little old dog on a too-big chair in the window. Their air conditioner drips beads of color onto the grey sidewalk below and breathes life into the shallow puddle it creates.

If only the whole city could be decorated with magenta curtains.