“With their tinted windows up, the cars of the rich go like dark eggs down the roads of Delhi. Every now and then, an egg will crack open - a woman's hand, dazzling with gold bangles, stretches out of an open window, flings an empty mineral water bottle onto the road - and then the window goes up, and the egg is resealed.” Balram the driver, a.k.a the White Tiger.
Many of us live in Cairo in eggs, car windows rolled up, AC on, music muting the sounds coming from outside. It's a polluted city? Didn't even notice. No one inhaled the fumes nor got eye allergies, why should they care?
and those outside the egg suffer from its fumes...
2 comments:
Hmm.. isn't that a bit unfair? I don't think we can really be in an 'egg'. I don't know India but my impression is that the separation between the posh and poor areas of towns is shocking - in Cairo, well, there's really no escape from overpopulation, poverty and pollution...
many people live in a bubble though.. and with the new cities and compounds and high walls, more and more people are becoming even more isolated from the reality of life in Cairo, let along any consciousness of the world outside of Cairo.
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