Across the cornflakes I’m seeing a bulletin with overnight pitched battles in Tahrir Square on the news.
This square in Cairo has been the symbolic battleground. Pro-democracy protestors hold it. The President’s men want them out.
Stones, bottles get thrown to dislodge them. Snipers too but the protestors hold on by their finger tips.
Checking Twitter the hashtag #egypt is filled with news reports, pictures and messages.
One catches my eye. A man proud that he knows one of the protestors who is there on the ground.
Minutes later one of those whose name I retweeted thanks me and several others for this act.
One of the protestors in Tahrir Square who has been fighting for what he believes in sends me a tweet to say ‘thank you.’.
The historian in me can’t handle that.
The geek in me is amazed.
What would a tweet from the French Revolution look like? Would @marieantoinette RT Let them eat #cake…?
But this is the 21st century, baby.
Now, those protestors are not figures on a screen. I know one of their names and contact – fleetingly – has been made. It’s Manal Hassan. His Twitter name is @manal. He is from Cairo.
I know in years to come what I’m saying now will seem as naïve as the school teacher who marvels at the photograph from the Crimean War.
Twitter, Facebook, YouTube and Twitpics are the first draft of history.
I see that.
I’m now just hoping for a peaceful outcome. And I’m hoping Manal is alright.
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