Remembering this day nearly ten years ago with me in absurd sunglasses like a glamorous reporter. The situation wasn't glamorous and there was nothing to report on as people milled around Tahrir Square wondering when the Arab Spring would spring into action. Even the soldiers waiting in the tanks got bored and came out and took tea with the befuddled protestors. A few weeks later, the air prickled with tear gas, the banks closed and food disappeared from the supermarkets. The foreigners were shipped out and I sat behind Omar Sharif on a nearly empty plane. I was taken aback to see this flawless movie idol had dandruff on this jacket and then scolded myself for such trivial thoughts in the midst of revolution.