TweetA mystery love story, of a young schoolboy trapped in his imaginations! The Village: I was born either on the First of August or the First of October it depends on my official certificate and family stories. This doubt carried on to the rest of my life. My village Meet Swaid was small with one street, one river, one bridge, one mosque, and one school. The village resting on the bank of the Egyptian Nile delta. The narrow streets, the mud and windless houses connected like an old stalled cargo train. People’s lifestyles hadn’t changed that much since the time of the pharaohs, and local demographers couldn’t find any dramatic…
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THE SHOEMAKER OF CAIRO جزمجي القاهره
Tweet Mahmoud Saada, محمود سعاده ( اشاش) The Shoemaker of Cairo, Worked in my Street where I grew up in Cairo, for 60 years, on my last visit last November I met him and had a conversation with him, his life, the changes in the street, his trade, and the people… Mahmoud died the same day I finished this video.. this is in his memories! Thank You On my last visit to Egypt, working on my documentary..on my street I met Mahmoud Saadah, they call him the Ministry’s Shoemaker… this is his story.. this is his memories.. The street inhabited by high-security buildings, Parliament, Prime ministry, and the Turkish embassy,…
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THE GRAY BENCH, A DIARY!
TweetThe Park: Wilton Park of Minnetonka, a small space tucked in between wooded areas and the neighborhood street a short distance from my house. For the last 30 years, I have been taking my morning walk rain or shine cold or hot. In the summer, I stop by the mulberry tree on my way there, taste its fruits (tute), an old childhood favorite. The park brought a few neighbors together, with their kids and dogs, having dog’s conversation, wondering about dogs’ names, breeds, and eating habits. We great each by our dog;s name, Im Woddy’s owner. Kids played tennis, soccer, basketball, and baseball paranetes just walked with their dogs. Sitting…
