Koshary in Alexandria
While waiting in customs at the Cairo airport, a large ad for Mobinil, the telephone company, features a quote from President Obama: “We must educate our children to become like young Egyptian people.” Judging from the young people we met on our first day in Alexandria, he has a point.
I met CiH Deputy Director Kimball Gallagher at the airport and caught up for a bit before the other two participants, violist Kayleigh Miller and flutist Allie Deaver-Petchenik, arrived. We boarded a shuttle van for the 4-hour drive to Egypt’s second largest city, Alexandria, where we met Amr Abd El-Mottelib, the Founder and Director of Bridge, an NGO that exists “to implement creative and innovative projects to inspire people with new ideas that are involved and engaged in the Egyptian civil community...to exchange expertise and improve youth’s ability to interact with their society and culture, as well as with other cultures around the world.”
After checking into the Union Hotel, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, we headed to a cafe to meet other member of Bridge. Alexandria’s streets teem with honking cars and pedestrians, even late at night, and blinking neon lights turn night into day with their advertisements of both famous Western brands and local establishments, such as a juice stand offering fresh squeezed juice of orange and sugarcane, or a tiny restaurant packed with customers where we stopped for steaming plates of koshary, the mixture of pasta, rice, chickpeas, and tomato sauce from which our project here, “Musical Koshary,” takes its name and inspiration.
The young members of Bridge are friendly, polite, enthusiastic, intelligent, and eager to be active agents in the development of the new society Egypt now has the opportunity to form. The general atmosphere, both among them and on the streets, seems relaxed, in contrast to the previous day, when, prior to the official announcement of presidential election results, Kimball told me “you could cut the air with a knife.”
Along with some members of Bridge, we made our way through the crowded streets towards a club, its atmosphere supercharged with flashing lights, a throbbing beat, and tightly packed bodies, where we met some of the musicians with whom we would work this coming week. I accompanied one of them, a very tall bass guitarist, to Deja Vu, a nightclub where I heard a rock band featuring some of our musical partners, including an extraordinary drummer who plays in 20 different bands. “Why not a 21st?” I joked in amazement. At Deja Vu, young women who wore whatever they want mingled easily with men as they listened to Western-style rock music. Sipping a Stella, a local lager, I knew this would be an amazing week, hopefully resulting in musical compositions and performances offering as intriguing, diverse, and satisfying a mix of sounds as koshary offers a mixture of flavors.
