Port Said is one of the ‘cafes’ next to the Great Synagogie…

at one point Oren turned to me and said, “Everything you could want is here.  The music is as up to date as you could possibly want – The food is out of this world – and everyone is enjoying themselves.”  I was sitting opposite the portrait of Farid Al-Atrash and thinking, it isn’t like Port Said – it is more like the dream of Port Said.  And how can this be, we wondered, when the world hates us, we’re trying to keep our heads above water on the northern border while our soldiers are dying so that people can continue to live in their homes even though they are under siege, and we could all disappear in a minute.

and yet there is Port Said