He took off from the air-taxi station in the orange half-light of another dust storm. He could already hear the sand trying to clog the car’s intakes. He sighed.
Cairo was the best city in the world, but he was frustrated by their lack of response to the new weather. Miami built upwards to avoid the rising water. Beijing had constructed monstrous fans to circulate fresh air. So why couldn’t Cairo build a wall to keep the desert out?
He caught the day’s first glimpse of the pyramids, shrouded in whirling sand, and supposed that the view was worth it.

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