But more importantly we were running out of hash. Arda called the dealer and he arranged to meet us at Tahrir Square. We met up and as we talked he unexpectedly grabbed both of our hands and made a wild dash, with us in tow, across the lanes of traffic to the other side. As we walked down the sidewalk he slipped the hash to Arda. I thought this was a totally crazy place to be buying drugs, as it had to be one of the most heavily monitored spots in the whole city. So, much to my relief, we were able to walk safely away with our little packet of slim slices of not particularly strong hash.