In 1999 a young walks into a cafe' in the old Egyptian superb of Heliopolis, everyone seems to be a little concerned and the intensity in the air matches the chill winter breathe on this day of the year. Undecided he grabs a chair and sits all by himself staring at the wall directing his long back to the chair he just sits there staring for a long time. The noisy sounds of the old city of Cairo doesn't seem to grab his interest that day. He just sits there uncaring to all the hustle taking place around him. The smell of shisha fills the place like a breathe of sadness that fills his soul as if he's going to order one. The small coffee shop boy comes near him waiting for the order, but the young man doesn't answer. "Tea, ya basha" and to make him leave his small piece of freedom he nods his head in anger.
The young man looks different than everyone around him yet everyone seems to be bothered by the news than to wonder about the sadness of that young man with long hair and tiring eyes sitting in the corner starring at the wall for 2 hours replacing a cup of tea with another one as long as he feels like shutting the noise outside out.... (to be continued)
The young man looks different than everyone around him yet everyone seems to be bothered by the news than to wonder about the sadness of that young man with long hair and tiring eyes sitting in the corner starring at the wall for 2 hours replacing a cup of tea with another one as long as he feels like shutting the noise outside out.... (to be continued)
