In high school, waaaaay back in the early 90s, I had Egyptian pen pals. They were two guys named Sameh and Aiman, both college students. Sameh was majoring in engineering and wanted to be a police officer. Aiman was an English major and hoped to be an interpreter or guide. I think we found each other as pen pals because we had a common love for collecting stamps (we were philatelists, if you want the official term). Our letters largely revolved around exchanging stamps, stories about our families, and information about our countries and cultures.
I somehow skirted those overtures and eventually we fell out of touch after I went to college. Given the unrest in Egypt lately, I was thinking about my old pen pals and wondering how they might be involved, hoping they are safe.
As I sat and pondered what their lives were like now, it was nice to have the pile of snail mail to sift back through to conjure memories. What gifts letters can be so many years later. In the next couple of weeks I’m going to share more blasts from the past.