I’m sitting at tbe airport waiting for boarding and feeling the trip is rather unreal. It’s hard to imagine I will be seeing the Egypt I read about as a child. I still remember the first adult book I was allowed to have — “The Egyptian” by Mika Waltari. I remember the protagonist’s name: Sinuhe, Sinuhe the physician who spent all his money on a prostitute and even the money saved for his father’s embalming.