Alistair Beach: Shades of Orwell as Egypt's Arab Spring comes full circle
A week ago last Saturday, as scores of protesters fled across the Nile away from a charging squadron of khaki-clad military policemen, the Arab Spring seemed to have come full circle in faintly Orwellian fashion.
"Where are the stones?" cried one young man, desperately searching for something to hurl at the oncoming police as he addressed dozens of protesters retreating from Tahrir Square. "There are no stones here."
Almost 11 months previously, I had walked in the opposite direction over the very same bridge as the first waves of Egypt's popular uprising came crashing into downtown Cairo.