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The sexy business of political uprisings
I lived through a revolution. I saw my 21-year-old brother holding a gun. I slept with a knife under my pillow. I have a close friend who was shot and is now blind in one eye. I was lucky. I didn’t have thugs break into my house. I wasn’t tear-gassed. I wasn’t shot at. But I have friends who were. I have friends who have friends who died. And compared to the revolutions going on in Yemen, Syria, Bahrain, and Libya, Egypt was lucky.