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Samira stepped back when he actually approached the fence. She had been warned about Americans and their ways. Not wanting this American to be wandering the neighborhood though, she stuck around to listen to what he had to say. She pondered what he was trying to say. He was in Cairo. She wrapped one arm across her waist and held her other close. "You are in Cairo." She spoke in her natural tongue. She lifted her hand to indicate the houses all around her. Her glance went back to him and shook her head. His Arabic was awful. How he ever was let off a plane without being able to speak their language astounded her.
"Market? American Building? America?" She asked him three different locations that he could possibly be looking for. He was in Cairo still, just in one of the residential sections of the city. Her eyes watched him closely as she tried to predict his movements. He was the most handsome American she had seen. Most of them were either balding and old, short and round, or way to muscular. This one seemed to be normal, despite the lack of tan and horrible language skills, she figured he could pass as an Egyptian.
"Market? American Building? America?" She asked him three different locations that he could possibly be looking for. He was in Cairo still, just in one of the residential sections of the city. Her eyes watched him closely as she tried to predict his movements. He was the most handsome American she had seen. Most of them were either balding and old, short and round, or way to muscular. This one seemed to be normal, despite the lack of tan and horrible language skills, she figured he could pass as an Egyptian.