The dark clouds have gathered in the skies above the capital. And this time we are not referring to the political climate, the stifling pollution or the general bad temper of the population stuck in traffic.
From one day to the next the smell of the air changes, and yes, it is possible to notice differences in the terribly polluted air of Cairo. Eyes start itching, an irritating dry cough suddenly appears and the sunlight seems to be filtered through a soft grey haze.
The countless plans and initiatives to avoid the onslaught on our collective health apparently have been shelved for yet another year. It is that time of year again, when the fields are being prepared for the next growing cycle and the farmers burn the rice stubble.
