Egyptians are a resilient people, accustomed to the daily trials of heat, noise, pollution, crowded streets, food shortages, political oppression, and corruption. They navigate speeding cars with a mix of faith and agility, stepping over broken sidewalks tangled with live electrical wires. Yet, for all their adaptability, there is one thing Egyptians simply cannot handle—rain. When rain falls in Egypt, life comes to a halt. Traffic stops, phones lose signal, sewer systems overflow, and entire cities shut down.
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THE OLD SCHOOL DESK!!
A 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 census changes for a long time, around a 1,000 with a slim margin of error. Villagers lived the simple life of a farming community, and their interest in the outside world went only as far as the edge of their corn fields. At dawn, men left with their animals for work and came back at dusk, while their wives stayed home, busy preparing meals and raising kids to work on the farm as soon as they mastered their first steps. Women seemed to consult with the same fashion designer, where their costumes were traditionally made. People went to the same mosque, celebrated the same holidays, and for generations, villagers kept the gene pool very much confined to a singular gene pool!
THE SHOEMAKER OF CAIRO جزمجي القاهره
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, where policemen with machine guns are sitting ignored by people, lost in the street landscape. Next to him, trash and cats comfortably resting undisturbed. Walked by Mahmoud shoe repair shop, a dark man with a white beard and wrinkled face that showed his age. Mohamoud, for more than 60th years, is working in a dark narrow small room,. Mahmoud sitting behind an 80-year-old machine, surrounded by old shoes, and the smell old leathers, carving his own private space, a place he can call home.
