We went to a refugee center. Most of the people there were from Sudan. We just walked around and talked to people.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
August 3rd 2006
Gomar and NebuwayaThis was during the first week in Cairo. We went to the City of the Living to walk around and meet people. The "City of the Living" is cemetaries where people have moved into their ancestors lots because they had no where else to live.
The locals call it cemetary city. It's extremly dry and barren. Looking into some of the homes, it was obvious that they had hardly anything.
As we were walking around the top of this particular cemetary city we walked by this open door, we peeked in to see if anyone was in there. It was dark so we started walking away. Then this little old man came out and called us to come into his little home which consisted of one room. He didn't speak english, and we didn't speak arabic. But we got by somehow. We found out his name is Gomar, and his wife, Nebuwaya. It was obvious they had very little. They still insisted, in typical Egyptian hospitality, to give us cokes. So we sat outside their home and took photos and tried to talk to them.
As we were getting ready to leave Gomar insisted on walking us out of the "city". Being so old it was really difficult for him.
It was an amazing experience. We can be so selfish wanting to keep all the things that we have, and then the people who have nothing, like Gomar and Nebuwaya, were so willing to give us sodas, and not even have some themselves.
The locals call it cemetary city. It's extremly dry and barren. Looking into some of the homes, it was obvious that they had hardly anything.
As we were walking around the top of this particular cemetary city we walked by this open door, we peeked in to see if anyone was in there. It was dark so we started walking away. Then this little old man came out and called us to come into his little home which consisted of one room. He didn't speak english, and we didn't speak arabic. But we got by somehow. We found out his name is Gomar, and his wife, Nebuwaya. It was obvious they had very little. They still insisted, in typical Egyptian hospitality, to give us cokes. So we sat outside their home and took photos and tried to talk to them.
As we were getting ready to leave Gomar insisted on walking us out of the "city". Being so old it was really difficult for him.
It was an amazing experience. We can be so selfish wanting to keep all the things that we have, and then the people who have nothing, like Gomar and Nebuwaya, were so willing to give us sodas, and not even have some themselves.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Cairo!
I am going to be posting multiple entries on my time in Cairo, Egypt. We, as the school of photography, travelled to Cairo and spent 4 weeks there taking pictures, meeting awesome people, working with teams from ywam international, and eating a lot of kocheri! It was a blast!
Cave-Church
This is a church that is carved out of rock. It seats 100s of people. It is a coptic church, which is much like the catholic church in its tradition.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Basketball Game!
Week TWO! We had Anacleto Rapping from the L.A Times teaching us about PhotoJournalism!
This was my story. :)
This was my story. :)
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
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