Revolution Diaries: Jan. 29 – Revolution has a price
On Saturday morning, it seemed that Friday hasn’t ended. Not because of the possible historic nature of a day that could be marked as the start of the revolution, but there was no point where it ended and Saturday began.
Wary of a curfew that was largely ignored and lured by the scarce internet access in a day of communication blackout, the paper’s editors and writers decided to spend the night together at the office.
At 7 am, when the curfew ended, Cairo’s streets were typically empty. But slowly traffic picked up, as Cairenes locked by curfew and fear of looters overnight rushed to make it home.
A warm bed never felt better, but only for an hour. A hospital was a more important destination. I had to check my head injury before going back to the streets. (I’m fine). There were many issues on the line for this budding revolution.
The army was deployed on Friday and it wasn’t clear if it would support the regime or protect the people from police brutality. Egyptians had vowed to return to the streets after the President said in a Friday speech he’d form a new government, instead of stepping down as they demanded.
As the city grabbled to count its fallen protesters, the army turned to be on non-engagement mode. Most of the tens of thousands that poured into Tahrir since Saturday morning marched the streets without teargas or the rumored live ammo.
It was only near the interior ministry that battles had taken place with deaths that are still being counted.
The euphoria of the day before was there and increasing with the same rate as the numbers on the streets. The army imposed an earlier curfew at 4 pm, but until 8 demonstrators were still chanting down with Mubarak. With the images of morgues filled with bloodied bodies of protestors, people knew they’ve and already are paying the price. They more than deserved the fruits of their revolution.
This ran in Italian in Correire Della Sera