Eighteen Days Of Spring In Winter (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
We awoke later than usual. I had almost hoped the protests would wake me as the neighbourhood mobilised itself towards Tahrir Square, but our street was no busier than the day before. It seemed the residents were in agreement with my father. There was no chance of my mother and father working. I found my mother still in her nightgown, sipping coffee with the laptop on the breakfast bar, a foreign newspaper open next to it. My father came in soon after and peered over my mother to read the news. ‘Please wake your brother’ she said. I walked back down the corridor to the end room, dragging my feet and tapped on his bedroom door. There was no reply. I tapped harder, annoyed that he could sleep through anything. Still nothing. I slowly pushed the door open. His bed was empty. My first thought was that he was in the bathroom, but looking down the corridor I saw its door ajar.
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