Good Bye
The sister of my grandmother is very ill and I think she is dying…she died 10 years ago…but she is living physically till now…she is not in a coma or paralyzed…she is waiting for death…it is a horrible feeling…not having anyone in your life…living alone without anyone helping you…or even asking if you need help…or if you are sad or happy…or what you have done today…or yesterday…or the day before yesterday…when we opened the door of her apartment in Shobra where she is living…it was like hell…the smell was like the smell of a dead body left for more than 1 month…garbage was everywhere…in the kitchen…in the living room…under the bed...in the bathroom…I think this was a territory for all bacteria civilizations…where is the food…where is the water…cockroaches were everywhere…her clothes were rotten…I do not believe that this lady has half a million pounds…or maybe more…or maybe less…but she does not need money…she needs love and care…she needs a human being like her…her husband died 20 or 25 years ago…and left her a treasure…in her early
days she had many friends…and was having good time sitting with them in the Gezira club…I remember when she used to bring gifts for all my family…she did not know how to spend her money…but she knows that she is happy when she sees a smile in someone’s eyes…she used to buy me balloons and toys when I was a kid…she does not have sons or daughters…but she had our family…she traveled all over the world when she was fit and healthy…and all the children in our family loved her very much…because she spent all time playing with us…kissing us…telling us stories…she had many sisters and brothers…some are dead…some still living…but here is the point…all of them have their lives…and their children…and their grandchildren…they have no time to call her…or help her in anything…and the children she was playing with are grownups now...and some have children...this is mean…this is really mean…I tried to tell the members of my family about that…many many times…but no one wants to do something…no one wants to waste his time with a poor old lady that will die soon…they thought she will die maybe in 1998 or 2000…but we are now in 2007…and she is still living…and breathing…and feeling…telling my mother about that was always a big mistake…where is the bond of the Egyptian families…this is the result of the deteriorating Egyptian society…this is the end of the speeding rhythm of life…this is the awful truth of us…and of me in particular...because I have done nothing...but why wondering about that…if the same is happening with me now…and I am young…am I …wallad…wallad shab


Ok..........here we go…hey, but first the big surprises :






و الله الناس فى مصر دول صعبانين عليه... ده انا بيجيلى شلل لما اشوف وقفه المواصلات و نفسى بتتسد انى اركب مواصله منهم...باروح اشترى حاجه اكلها و اقف اتفرج على الشارع الواقف...منظره جميل مش كده...الناس محشوره جوه علب و نفس كل واحد فيهم ان عربيته تطير... على فكره انا اكتشفت ان كل مصروفى بيضيع فى المواصلات... طب الدنيا طول عمرها زحمه...بس الوقتى بالذات بقت زحمه اوى...زحمه بزياده...اوفر ...زحمه اوس حداشر...زحمه موووت... ليه...قوللى ليه...اقوللك ليه...اصل الشوارع قلت...كشت يعنى...و العربيات خلفت عربيات صوغنتاتين...و بعدين الناس بتموت... بس العربيات بتعيش... تلاقى العربيه البيتلز الخنفسه ماشيه مطلعه لسانها للعربيه البى ام دبليو...كل سنه انواع جديده بتنضم لقافله العربيات المكسحه... و بعدين كل الناس بتنزل فى نفس الوقت...مش عارف ليه يا اخى...الناس هايجه و عاوزه تنزل الشارع...ما تسيبها يا اخى تنزل تنفس عن اللى جواها
انا بجد خايف على كوبرى اكتوبر ده لحسن يقع و يبقى كوبرى 67...و لغايه دالوقتى عمالين يمطوا فيه...لما بابا يبقى عنده عربيه و ماما كمان تبقى عندها عربيه و اخويه برضه عنده عربيه و اختى برضه عندها عربيه انا مايبقاش عندى عربيه ليه...قوللى ليه...اقوللك ليه...اصل يا بنى لو ركبت عربيه مش حاطلع منها... يا حخلف جواها... يا حيجيلى عقم... يا حدخل النار بعد ما شتمت كل رايح و كل جاى ماشى قدامى...اللى بقه حايكسر عليا و اللى يولع الفلاش فى عينى و اللى بيزمرلى ... انا اعصابى بتتعب بسرعه جدا و بتنرفز من اى حاجه حتا الدبانه اللى بتقف على قفايا...تخيل بقه واحد ينرفزنى فى المواصلات...حتتشتم حتتشتم...لا مفر يا بنى... و ايه مش شتايم يا وحش و يا كوخه و انتى انسانه مووش محترمه و كده ... لا...لا لا لا ... نو نو نو... الشتايم اللى بتطلع منى زى ضرب الاقلام.. بتلسع... و لازم يبقى قبليها يابن ال أو يابت ال...و شتايمى طوييييله خالص... طب اعمل ايه... خاللينى اخلل فى التو- كوس-آه والتوبس-آت و الميكروبعبصات اللى بركبه ده...كفايه بقه هزار و خللينا فى الموضوع...لازم نلاقى حل سريع مريع فى الزحمه دى...يعنى ممكن مثلا مثلا اننا نخللى يوم للارقام الزوجيه و يوم للارقام الفرديه بالنسبه لعربيات الملاكى... و طبعا احنا مصريين... و كل حاجه و ليها حل... يبقى الحل انى اشترى عربيه بارقام زوجيه و عربيه بارقام فرديه... او اجيب لوحه وشها يبقى بارقام فرديه و الوش التانى بارقام زوجيه...و لما الراجل يمسكنى بالارقام الفرديه فى يوم الارقام الزوجيه و يقول لى حات الرخصه... حاقول له طب ما تاخد عشره جنيه احسن...يقول و ماله...و ممكن مثلا مثلا نقسم الطرق قسمين...قسم للعربيات تتحشر فيه... و قسم للعجل... اللى عاوز يركب بسكلته يركب...و لما الناس المحشوره فى قسم العربيات تشوف الناس بتجرى فى قسم العجلات حتتغاظ...ماتتغاظ... و بعدها يحولوا من نظام الكار لنظام البيتيسيكلوم... بس فى مشكله واحده...اولا الستات حيسوقوا بسكلته ازاى...بالنسبه للستات المحجبات حيكون الامر شديد الصعوبه فمن احسنلها تقعد فى البيت او تتحشر فى قسم العربيات...اما الستات اللى مش محجبات فلازم ينسوا خالص موضوع الجيب و الفستان... و يركزوا شويه فى موضوع البنطالونات...طب لو بنت حلوه و سايقه العجله...طبعا حايجى الولد و يروح ضاربها كتف من بتوعه تقع من العجله فيعمل نفسه جينتل و يشيلها من على الارض...سيبك خالص من موضوع الستات دول...خاللينا فى الرجاله...طب الراجل حايسوق العجله ازاى لما لازم يشيل معاه الشنطه و الادوات و اكياس مليانه بمستلزمات البيت و الحاجات اللى فى بطنه كمان...اكيد اكيد حايقع...بصراحه المشروع ده فاشل...خش عاللى بعده...المجلس الاعلى لحقوق المواصلات حيقرر ان ممنوع اى عيله تكون عندها اكتر من عربيه واحده فقط...حل جميل...بس لما الراجل يتجوز اتنين...حايبقى عنده عيلتين...و علشان كده طبعا عربيتين...و لما يبقى عنده ولدين...و اللتنين متجوزين...حيبقوا عندهم برضه عيلتين...و كل واحد عربيه...حل موش بطال...انا جاتلى فكره تحفه...حل بثيت بثيت جدا...نغلى سعر البنزين...نخللى اللتر بخمسه جنيه...و كده نقطع العرق و نسيح دمه...اصل المشاكل فى مصر ما تتحلش غير بقرار عنيف و حازم... برضه مش عاجبكم الحل ده...طب خد ده بقه...حنقضى على آفه التاكسى و الميكروباص و الاتوبيسات العامه و نشيلهم من الخريطه خالص...و المواطن اللى عاوز يروح حته يروحها بعربيته... و لو معهوش يخللى صاحبه يوصلله...و لو معندهوش صاحب يروحها بالمترو...و لو ماينفعش... يروحها مشى...و لو مش قادر يمشى يخليه فى البيت احسن...هوه ده النظام و اللى مش عاجبه مش حاقول له يدور على اعلى جمل و اللا حصان واللا بهيمه يركبه...لا...لا لا لا ...نو نو نو...حاقول له اتلهى... فكت...كفايه بقه تريأه و خللينا فى صلب الموضوع...الحل هوه اللامركزيه...يا عم غور فى ستين داهيه...الحل هوه انه مافيش حل...قوللى ليه...اقوللك ليه...أو احسن اقوللك نظريه عمك محمد و خلاص...عمك محمد سواق تاكسى...من كتر ما بركب تكاسى تكسيات تكوسه فى اليوم بقابل ساعات نفس التاكسى كذا مره...ومنهم تاكسى عمك محمد و خلاص...لما ركبت معاه المره السادسه سألته عن رأيه فى سبب الزحمه الرهيبه اليومين دول قال لى إن فى مؤامره كبرى...أو بمعنى آخر خطه جهنميه...الزحمه دى مقصوده منهم...سألته من مين...قال لى منهم و خلاص... قولتله ماشى كمل...همه عاوزين الدنيا تبقى زحمه كده عالطول...و الشوارع تبقى مقفله باحكام...ليه...قوللى ليه...اقوللك ليه...علشان يا سيدى الناس تنهار فى الزحمه...و هيه رايحه الشغل...و هيه راجعه مالمشوار...عاوزين الناس تبقى منهكه عالاخر... و تقعد تتخانك عالاجره زى ما حاعمل معاك لما اوصلك...اصل المشوار اللى بخمسه جنيه فى الزحمه بيبقى عشره جنيه... و الميكروباص من رمسيس بدل ما كان بجنيه بقى بجنيه و عشره قرش...هوه العشره قرش دول حيعملوا حاجه الايام السوده دى...يا سلام لما الناس مايبقاش فيهم نفس يتنفسوا...عاوزين يتشغلوا بالمواصلات و يطلعوا طاقاتهم المكبوته و اللى لسه حاتتكبت فى الزحمه... ما يفكروش فى اى حاجه خالص غير فى قرف الزحمه...زى ما هوه ماكتوب فى 


I told the taxi driver that I want to go to the Ahly club…we were on 6th October bridge when he ordered me to go out because he saw hundreds of cars waiting in lines…no time for arguing…I walked down the bridge to find a human explosion…thousands of people waiting in front of the Opera House to go to Mohamed Mounier’s concert…killing each other to buy a ticket from a small window…and policemen trying desperately to bring order to the place…someone told me he will not enter the concert because he wanted to see the fireworks…are they going to show us fireworks…great…but hey…couldn’t you see it from the concert…many teenagers got ticket from people who are already inside…a friend of them bought the ticket…35 pounds…then collected tickets from people inside and gave them to someone waiting outside through the fence…and this one give them to his friends to enter again with the same tickets…well…it is a good idea…why to buy a ticket when I can get it for free…this is not stealing…this is an Egyptian fahlawa…


I walked the Kasr El Nile bridge to see how the ordinary people enjoy this event by just sitting in front of the nile… 





I went then to Semiramis InterContinental Hotel to see if there is a party inside or something…it was 11:35 pm and A.Y did not call…in the elevator I was standing with people from the Egyptian high society…people I only see in television and magazines…and the glamour was shining form the party hall…and the music was excellent…when A.Y called it was 11:58pm…he told me he is waiting in front of Semiramis…the elevator did not want to come so I decided to take the emergency stairway…
Hey hey hey…stop here…what…I do not believe that…this was the last thing I could ever imagine…to spend the change from 2006 to 2007 in an empty room with no people and no voice or music...dim light and creepy atmosphere…what for an isolation…what for a loneliness…I had to take a picture of the place where I was when the clock showed 12:00…akhhhh…grrrr…bad bad bad…very bad…I will never forget this…this is a bad start…don’t be pessimistic guy…2007 is going to be a happy year…for you and for all of us…this is a good sign but you don’t understand it…
I went with A.Y to the Four Seasons Hotel…boring boring boring…a man was playing classical music and people were just eating…blah…he went to the bathroom…A.Y…don’t tell me you want to check your looks…not again…you are fine…you have to be more confident…I had a nice chat with the bathroom man…he told me he works in this bathroom for more than 8 hours a day…it was his dream to work in this hotel.…good for him…because I don’t mind to live in this bathroom….it is so elegant and beautiful…wow… 
A friend of A.Y called him to tell that there is a good party in a villa near Mansouria and another one in club35…should we go to Bliss…or Sangria… we decided not to go…it was late habibi…and very very very expensive…we went to the 27th floor to watch the fireworks….but there were no fireworks…mmm…what a city…hey…I want to live in a hotel…isn’t it nice to live in a hotel…to have this beautiful view of Cairo…
We went to Hard Rock Café…and guess…the ticket costs 350 pounds…no way…we just stood outside with the ordinary Egyptian youth watching sexy girls going in and out…
Then we sat in Grand Hayat hotel…we found out that everyone in Cairo was having the same problem…where to go in new year’s eve…nothing to do in this vivid city…we do not have money to go to expensive discos…people were just walking in the hotel’s lobby…and I had the feeling that everyone wanted to shout out loud: what a boring night…what a boring city…

I told A.Y : let’s go to Cairo Jazz Club…we went there...we could hear the good trance and house beats…we wanted to go in because the D.J was fabulous…the guard didn’t let us go in…he told us that this was a private party…ok man…thank you very much…good night…and good luck…