Relentless Optimism

Jesse Sharratt

AngerIt was June 30th when I boarded an early morning flight in Cairo bound for Tanzania. The school year had just come to an end and I was dying for a vacation. For months, the Rebel campaign had been gaining momentum and signatures to hold mass protests on that same day. The campaign sought the ouster of president Mohamed Morsi or snap elections to rid the country of its first democratically elected leader. Petitions were everywhere. People collected signatures on the streets, in gas stations and in my staff room. The country was buzzing with the possibility, the hope, of something new. In the days leading up to the 30th, people poured into grocery stores and marketplaces, securing as much food and water as they could in preparation. As I sat in my apartment in a compound on the edge of the sprawling megalopolis, I worried whether or not the airport…

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