I don't normally comment on photos (my new self imposed policy) but the irony of this picture is the pan ultimate consumerism of Krispy Kreme doughnuts, which of course, we religiously sought out. I encountered this manager and his helper. They were so kind and let me take tons of pictures. This man is a very accomplished published Egyptian poet. After I sent him this picture, he sent me his you tube link to his poetry and it was beautiful. I had a friend translate it. He came here for work. For some reason, it reminded me of Boris Pasternak writing poetry in the cold of a Russian winter with one log for warmth and crackers and tea for dinner. Things just never are what they seem.