saleh: "you know secretly my dream.."
cem: "yeah?"
s:"my dream, my secret dream is that something habben' like Iraq habben here, but in the beaceful way."
c:"you mean-"
s:"i mean 'zese government here, 'zey are the most motherfuckers. there is no middle class. there is just us boor beoble, and some rich motherfuckers. we have no freedom. zey keeb our money, and every day i work for 10 hours for 10 bounds ($1.60). zis rich kid here (he points to an American Univeristy of Cairo student on a cell phone eating a sandwich), he has rich father, brobably in ze government. my father, he sell ta'amia (falafel). i have no chance. i have NO CHANCE. i speak some english a little, german, some jabanese, some sbanish and italian. still i have no chance."

he stirs the gray brown pot of mashed wide beans, fool, egypt's breakfast of champions.

c:" uh.. bi'limoon..min fadlik" i say.
meaning: with lemon please.

he ladles out a slimy bowl of fool, hands me a rough pile of bread for dipping.
s: "nuss"
meaning "1/2 bound"
meaning "8 cents"

meaning..