These are carved out memories and snippets of Cairo as I experienced it for the first time. They serve me as a medium to continue saying thank you to fiery Sherry and to put my rest in peace wishes for her out there, but also as a reminder of the actual reality which lies between my infatuation with the Nile (whose previous lives I continue to visualize as erotico-festive spectacles of lights, dances, and feasts, amongst other blown out of proportion idealisations characteristic of a westerner) and today’s alarmingly large number of gagged-up and hand-tied Egyptian citizens.  

Things being as they are where I come from, matters which relate to freedom of expression easily hit a raw nerve, making the urge to talk about them on public walls become even greater.