Day MMCXXIII, part I

The day started slow. With the tournament put on hold, we didn't have much to do, so people spent some time eating, chatting, drinking, and even there started to appear ideas of exploring the city of Cairo.

For me, the view from the terrace of my hotel room was enough, I didn't need to see more. Especially with the constant reporters on our asses, trying to score a photo or an interview. Maybe the local government was doing a better job of keeping them at bay, but this would really be put to test in the middle of the city.

It was around midday when Vikram came pounding on my door. I was surprised and kinda annoyed.

- Who's there?! - I yelled.

- It's me, open, and turn on the TV, quickly!