the exerience of today.. police station visit

of course.. everything I do ends up to be an experience .. be it a weird one or a regular one.. I usually turn it to the first :)

today, my striking experince was a visit to Kasr el nil police station... I needed to do an illogical procedure.. which is to get a note that my passport that was issued in 1986 and expired since 1993 has been lost! first.. I am not sure it's been lost in the first place.. the only thing I'm confident of that I've no idea where it is .. but in order to issue a new passport, I will need this memo from any police station.

due to the fact that I'm being spoilt, I avoid dealing with people in any service unless i have to.. honestly, this time I was going to push mum to do it.. but luckily I found a friend who was willing to join me in my endeavour to get the memo.

we agree that we will meet at the police station. I arrived before him. here's what I saw; a convention around the police station... so many people .. I know that usually around police station we may find few people who may have a relative in detention .. but this time the number was huge. when we asked what's going on, we were told they've relatives arrested because of the events that took place around the US embassy in Cairo.

it then struck me.. why did we choose the police station closest to the Embassy.. no idea... but, the Station was working.. so it was ok...

my friend arrived and when I left the car walking to the station my driver wanted to escort me :) he was worried that I walk alone among the people.. so I objected.. I told him.. we are still in our country.. I can manage...which I did :)

stepped into the station, it was an old palace or smthg.. the ceilings were very high and the architecture showed old richness to the building... this added a medieval flavour to the experience :)

the hall was full of people but not a suffocating number.. lawyers... human rights'activists.. and what was striking was a voice saying he has no partner in a very loud desperate voice 'la sharik laho'.. I looked to find the source but failed to see the person.. there were few people around him and he was persistent in repeaing the same words...

still curious to figure out what was taking place and failing, I went intothe office of the chief in order to get my memo.

he was a nice guy and he had two human rights' activists sitting with him... whenever the door was opened, we hear the same guy with the same tone repeating the same words.. so my friend joked and said , he is not being beaten.. don't worry the human rights people are around., I can guarantee that he is not being subjected to torture..I said I'm just curious why he keeps going..

I finished my memo, thanked the chief and while leavng and the same voice was really giving me an urge to see what was going on... and finally I saw the guy.

stereo type in this case, I expected to see a guy in galabya, turban and beard.. however, I found out it's a regular sized guy in pants and a shirt who was lying down on the floor in a corner and still repeating the same words in the same tone ... he was not even under arrest to be subjected to anything... and he was just lying down there, curled in a baby style sleep and continuously saying la sharik laho...

I still failed to understand why he is doing thit.. but I was positive that he was not subjected to any I'll treatment...


I have so many controversial feelings towards my experience ... but one thing was good.. I got my stupid memo in my hand when I left the station..so, I can proceed with the rest of the procedures.:)