Cairo, Egypt

Monday, February 4, 1929

A rainy, cold, windy day it has been, by gosh, so I didn’t go to Memphis and Sakkarah. Got four more letters in the morning and spent most of the afternoon and evening writing 6 or 7. Have 7 or 8 more to send off yet. Got my shoes resoled—second time—this evening and as I was feeling a little lonely, stopped to talk to my good guide friend and dragoman, Attia Mohamed Mahmoud. He is really a dandy fellow. Has quite a wealthy father who is a farmer.

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