Letter from Egypt: in Port Said, public grief is as hard to take in as the murders
The room was little bigger than a king-sized bed, and yet there must have been nearly 30 people sitting inside it. It wasn't a place for a stranger. Not just because it involved clambering over those inside, and treading on their shoes – but because they were dressed in black, it was midnight, and this was a night-long wake for their murdered son, Osama Sherbini.