Nagat,as she now explains to me,works as a taxi driver serveral days and nights a week.she has another job,working in an office,but detail of it remain vague.the little old car is not hers;it belongs to a boss whom she in turn rents it whenever she can.she has been a driver ever since her husband died some ten years earlier and left her with two teenage kids and her parents to support.
she knows every nook and cranny in and around Cairo-no easy feat.Cario with its complex system of streets and lanes,its quarters and markets is like a labyrinth invented by ancient storytellers.Hundreds of mosques-many of which are masterpieces of Islamic architecture,old neighborhoods with houses boxed together,huge apartment buildings on the outskirts and the Nile calmly running through it; all are part of this overcrowded city.