We were blocked, on Friday, by the army in Salah Salem Road, but thousands of other protesters managed to reach the palace from the other side in Heliopolis.
This might be a “youth revolution,” but I want to dedicate it to my father and his generation, who dreamed of it, and never lived to see it. I could feel he was with me in those past weeks. I recalled our conversations, his sighs whenever he remembered his broken dreams.
