I'm opening this blog mid-Egyptian/Tunisian uprising, still ongoing. But in contrast to the turmoil in Egypt, I will begin with my son:
You follow the train prints, he said.
What are trainprints, I asked.
The tracks trains leave that we have to follow.
Do we have to sniff them, I asked.
No, he said, they're metal.
Let's go, I said, and we went.
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