I had planned to go to Ain el-Heloue today, to talk to some people of Esbat el Ansar. I decided against it, because these days (since May 20) you need - as a foreigner that is - army permission to get into that camp. It takes a couple of days to organize it, and I did not have time for that.
Gone are the days when I just would barge in, get the Fatah guy out of his bed and have him walk me, in his payamas and slippers, to the Esbat Ansar guys who were exchanging graphics with each other for their mobile phone about airplanes crashing into twin towers.
In retrospect, I think maybe I should have gone anyway. No story as bad as a missed one. Here are some updates on that story.