EGYPT | Tuesday, 26 May 2015 | Views [235] | Scholarship Entry
I found myself standing at the entrance of a dirt street, standing among the debris of the horse- drawn carts passing me by. The air was pungent; the scent of death, decay and sweat wafted past me in the ever-so-slight breeze. The map did not show this ... Read more >
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