About 25 years ago I was visiting Alexandria Egypt. I had just eaten some packaged ice cream and was standing on an unpaved side street near a train station holding a sticky wrapper. Having already been in the country a few weeks I knew that I had no chance of finding a trash can. As I stared at the little mounds of trash around the street while plastic grocery bags swirled around my legs in the hot Mediterranean sun I had a realization - this was my opportunity to rebel against all my upbringing, the very core of my being. I flung the wrapper on the ground and walked away. No one batted an eye. Here in this ancient city that was named after a man lauded as "The Great " I too wept, seeing I had no more worlds to conquer.