So just the other day i started teaching Abu Ali how to write/read. We haven't really gotten past writing the names of his daughters, son, and wife who live in Egypt and who he hasn't seen in 15 months. In exchange he's teaching me Egyptian dialect as well as cooking... although we're yet to make the big leap into the kitchen.

We joke with each other that he's my father (he's 57) and so I respond to all of his questions and commands with "Hadhir ya baba" (yes, right away, father) and he makes sure that i finish my studies.

looking up the street


















ACOR




the view from looking down ACOR


this is my room