Going home for Christmas

Probably the most intense and confusing 8 days. I am preparing for a culture shock and hereby would like to share very superficially my mental and physical state with fellow Estonians who might have contact with me during these days. Just for you to understand me better. Believe me, I am doing my best not to piss you off.

Traffic. My driving style is more aggressive then before. Only stronger and braver ones in Cairo survive and I have adapted some of these characteristics. Also you might find my street-crossing style suicidal. So please while sitting in my car please fasten your seatbelt; while crossing the street with me please hold me back.

Language. I have adapted some random Arabic slang and swearwords and I am not afraid to use them. I might be loud, protective, verbally attack people and fight for my rights. I don’t mean harm by any means.

Behavior. Coming from a country where miniskirt, blond hair, public pornography (making out on the street for example) are almost taboo I will for sure stare mentioned people and situations and maybe comment on them. I do my best not to have “But in Egypt we…” in every other sentence. I also try to change my stare-of-death look to a friendly smile as much as I can.

Can’t wait to go home!