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  • We hear so much about Tahrir Square. It is now the shorthand expression for the Arab Spring revolutions. Birthplace, I think, of the Occupy movement. The place where ordinary people spoke -- shouted, cheered, cried -- and created a groundswell for change.

    So when I got to stand in Tahrir for the very first time I was excited.

    Tahrir smells like urine. There is rubbish everywhere. And it's a small dot in the massive city of Cairo. It's a cut through on the way to the National Museum, now empty because there are so few tourists. We parked beneath the Square and went to see King Tut's tomb. Then we went out for lunch.

    Does that diminish its meaning, in any way?


    Tahrir came to mean more to me because I see it for what it is: part of the story. Not the whole thing. Not some over simplified sound bite. What happened there last January/February was absolutely extraordinary. No question. But now the story is evolving and it's larger than just Tahrir. It's larger than Egypt, in fact.

    So I look at my photo and I think, I am lucky to have been there. And I am lucky to take home what I learned there. And apply it to my life. I am part of the story.
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