Lines mean nothing in Cairo

Lines mean nothing in Cairo.

White lines, painted on asphalt, are ignored, and traffic melts in on itself. Two lane roads become four. And there's always one driver who creates his own lane, wedging the car in the middle, wherever that middle might be.

Standing in line is an acquired talent. There's always someone who will think it's perfectly ok to begin their own queue, right next to the person at the front of the line.

Crossing lines is a daily occurrence. Lines of privacy, the lines that create your personal space.

We don't notice lines in Cairo.