“No translation,” a senior Moroccan higher education official said to me a few weeks ago, as we talked about postdoctoral research seminars; “Moroccans have got to learn to speak English if they want to join the international world of research.” And almost any other corner of today’s world, too. Whether we like it or not … More Having your gateau and eating it
Cairo, where I have just spent a few days, grows much shabbier, the pavements prolapsing, the road-surfaces ridging into lethal berms at junctions; walls are covered with posters and stencilled protests and in memoriams; traffic is worse than ever, reaching in many parts of town an almost terminal constipation. Power cuts are becoming common, and … More Bally-dancing in Zamalek
My colleagues in Rabat report a small but noticeable increase in street-crime over the last year or so, with more muggings and bag-snatchings, and more associated violence. I don’t see much of it (though a young man tried last weekend to pick my pocket in the Souaika) and Rabat still seems to me one of … More Black Army, Black Thursday, Black Deeds
Martin Rose 