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"Of course I come back here. I am Egyptian, I am from this block. This [café] is my mother. I am like a salmon, I smell the water of my birth and I return." This comes from Yoursri Sadek, an accountant who has lived in New Jersey for 33 years but visits Cairo -- and this café -- every summer.
We are having tea at the 100-year-old café Moussa Atteya. "Welcome my friend!" roars Atteya Moussa, the son of the namesake owner. He remembers me from five years ago, when I drank tea here often.
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