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I’m watching the news on the blast at the Marriott hotel in Islamabad.  Even though that’s about two thousand miles from where I sit, I found the news rattling.  

I met an expat the other day who described the Marriott as being like a little city, and so it is.  It has its own restaurants, banks, shops, entertainment, and security.  I’m not staying there but I go there all the time to get the bank to change my large bills for smaller ones or treat myself to a lemon juice on the terrace. 

The Cairo Marriott in truth is a hub of expat life even if you’re living here for a while and not just staying for a short time.  With all the carefully managed security, the English-speaking staff and foreign nationals wandering around, it really seems like a consular compound all its own. 

From the news I learned that diplomatic staff in Islamabad were often encouraged or even required to stay at the Marriott there because it was thought of as a safer building than many of the other hotels.  I don’t think the same is true of Cairo, but the sense that it was a safe, impervious place, a place where nothing really bad could happen to you was certainly the same. 

Of course the truth is that nowhere is THAT safe; you could get run over by a bus in Boise, Idaho just as easily as you could get caught in a hotel fire in a foreign country.  Probably more so, though I’ve not asked an insurance adjuster lately. 

There is no conclusion to this event thus far, so I can’t really bring my thoughts about it to a close in any meaningful sense.  I think all I can say is that I’m not about to stop going to the Cairo Marriott for dinner or crisp new Egyptian five-pound notes.  But I might take closer note of the fire exits next time I go.