Revolutionary energy coursed through me like a fever. I was finally experiencing the historical moment I’d been awaiting since I was born, or even before that. I might not experience the sunset of capitalism in my life, as Najaa and I had often dreamed. But at least I would experience the sunset of dictatorship and the dawn of a new Arab world, first hand!
I arrived at Change Square just before Friday prayers, to an incredible revolutionary atmosphere, one I couldn’t have even imagined. Protesters’ tents were everywhere. All the revolutionaries were writing their dreams on pieces of paper and sticking them to their tents or taping them to their backs.
A tapestry of dreams. I wish I’d collected them all in a book, instead of just memorising a few. I took pictures with my phone, though. He
