Let me take you out, I said.
He agreed. We had things to talk about, you see, important things.
We arranged to meet at Restaurant Loft, a new place in Marrakech in Gueliz.
It's the kind of place with a well stocked bar....
tea-pouring waiters....
and carefully arranged food....
It's the kind of place where people come and share their secrets.
Yehia was there already, waiting for me.
We had our appetizers.
Then we ordered our drinks -- mojito royale.
We would need those drinks because we were talking about Egypt. You see, Yehia was Egyptian but he lived in Marrakech.
We talked. We talked about revolutions and trickeries. We talked about battling evils and how to choose between them. We talked about chaos. But mostly we talked about disappointment.
There was another drink.
And despite the smiles, I thought I saw balled up fists.
Because happy demeanors can hide hopes dashed. Especially when you love something so desperately. Like a person, or an ideal, or a country.
And you see it go astray.
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