In December,  bunch of journos in Cairo had security training. Not a bad idea for people who have spent months on end as guests of Qaddafi, and have phone conversations along the lines of “No, the flack jackets should go to Syria and the armor cars should go to Libya,” while teaching their sons to ride bicycles.  (The next statement was, “Alexander, pedal with both feet – it works better.”) Continue reading “A Glimpse of the Journos Life Abroad” →