POSTCARDS FROM TRIPOLI
On the edge of the Mediterranean, Emad smiled as he thought of his day ahead. He looked around the café in Tripoli and as always enjoyed watching the interesting people around him. Libya was a study in contrasts, the people fascinated him. The old city was somewhat like his native Egypt but with a strong Italian influence. He swirled his caffe' macchiato in the cup and looked up to see a group of women chatting and laughing.