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| handstand cascade |
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| el rap eskanderee |
We were lucky enough to stumble upon an underground arts street festival last night. We walked out away from the city centre led by one of Tania's potential flatmate's Khaled, a student/part-time musician involved with a local film symposium, a pretty lively guy to say the least. The bass was the first thing I noticed as we turned the corner, weaving our way through patchy football matches towards a busy stage surrounded by crowds of Egyptian students, both male and female. Beyond the music 10-15 guys were break-dancing in canon almost, with one leader at the front directing the other members of the crew. All of a sudden you looked to your left to find a crowd of men mid-handstand keeping pace beside you. Further beyond that still lay a plethora of ramps and jumps covered by swarms of boys (and girls!) flipping and bailing consecutively...I could not believe this stuff happens here...racist? perhaps, naive? perhaps, but I truly underestimated the power of the youth movement in Egypt, which has apparently emerged dramatically since the revolutions now that kids no longer fear the same retribution from oppressive authorities and have more wiggle room to expand creatively. GO EGYPT.
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