I called my bank to tell them not to cancel my credit card when they start seeing charges from Cairo. I leave tonight. My boss told me when I left, “Have fun in Egypt. Don’t get malaria and die like my uncle did in 1997.” Best bon-voyage quote yet.
New York is busy and fun and makes me tired and happy all at once. I saw everyone I wanted to see, if only briefly, sometimes crammed into plastic boxes with dozens of Asian schoolgirls. An old Italian labor leader changed my mind last night that unions in the United States are good things. A friend emphasized to me the importance of maintaining boundaries with our actions between affection and amorousness in our personal relations as we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, then we both got on the train, I got off alone, and I will likely never see her again.
I need to learn Arabic numerals before I leave, and how to say “thank you” and “police.” These tips I received at breakfast. My time in New York is up, but instead of going home I am striking further out into the world by myself. Less than eight hours to liftoff.
Onward.
I want to know what the laborer said to change your mind