2007 ------ I can feel the thump of my heartbeat. Fast … Faster. I am breathing, sweating. Sweating … Suffocating. I am screaming. I force my eyes open from nightmare to reality. Clock ticking. It is almost 4 a.m. A preoccupied mind disturbing a tired soul. I walk through the hallway to shake off my insomnia. The window ... My hope. This is where I have come for a cure since childhood. A panoramic view over downtown Cairo. All the sleepless nights I have spent standing here. This is the window into my soul. In the far distance I catch sight of my dreams. I returned home two years ago to find it is not what it used to be. Seven hundred and thirty days and I am still picking up pieces of myself. There are nearly 90 million people in this country. Ninety million stories to be told. This is only the beginning of one.