Postscript
In a sense, all that we can know is only about the past. The present becomes the past as soon as the proverbial ink used to write about it dries upon the page. This piece about Cairo in October 2010 is, of course, no exception. It might have value in shedding some light on the dying days of what is now ancient regime –the handwriting was already on the wall. But it is about a more enduring distant past. []
