I just walked down the road on the way home and a guy comes up to me and asks me if I have an Anti-Virus CD-ROM. What was that about? Follow the white rabbit? Some weird code? Is that a local pick up line in the gay community or was I supposed to answer something equally abstruse to be able to join some strange club or political conspiracy? Or was he really just looking for an Anti-Virus software? He looked like someone who owns a computer. I imagine him writing an important paper, trying to finish it before the morning, and now at eleven o’clock his computer crashes because of a virus. Cairo is a good place for late night shopping, but software might very well be an exception. And so the poor man is roaming the streets talking to strangers like a beggar in despairing need for this piece of software. When I shook my head in surprise he merely smiled and marched on, determined in his quest, as it seemed.