Arriving in my second home the crazy city of Cairo, the warm sun welcome after the rain of Manchester. The senses aroused from the familiar sights and all too familiar traffic and the musical car horns beeping as we near Heliopolis. The last of the summer bougainvillea fighting against the oncoming seasonal changes, although the heat as the day progresses doesn’t feel like autumn.The smells of the corn cobs grilling in the street, the aroma of coffee being roasted and ground from the coffee sellers, that wonderful vinegary smell of the shawarma shop as we walk down the street. But I know I’m ‘Home’ when I smell the frying of onions and garlic wafting up from the apartments below as housewife’s prepare for lunch.