I began this in the beginning of 2011 as 'the arab spring' was at its highest. Mubarak stepped down from power, something no Egyptian had ever imagined would happen. Egypt was in transformation, for the first time I can remember. But it wasn't a revolution as the mainstream media wished it to be. The arabic word for 'uprising' is more correct than revolution, but a revolution it became in the west. For most Egyptians though, including myself, it wasn't. If anything a revolution was happening for people. Young people began expressing themselves, verbally, visually and breaking tabu's. But another revolution also began to take shape, the one of us, the generation told and raised with the head of Mubarak hanging in every shop and bazar throughout the country, throughout our minds. All Egyptian rose up for a while, but the revolution was more personal than we really want to admit.