The big clock of the Uzbekia was chiming 4am as I walked the lonely Cairo street on my way home from a hot poker session a few blocks from the tamborine. I first saw the car coming down the hill of the Sharia Nazeem picking up speed. I watched it, and suddenly the car seemed to be out of control. It swerved to the wrong side of the street, bounded over a kerb, crashed through some boxes on the sidewalk, before finally coming to a rest after crashing through the entrance to an empty store...