Did they get you to trade cold comfort for change!
On the way to Alex.
Hector Lavoe playing and the winds and sands are storming.
The air is yellow with no horizons to gaze at.
Alex toll gate. El max. Cheering fans. Mad car horns. Sarcastic laughs.
Club gate. Wave of people, moving by tidal energy not at all kinetic!
Squish squash till u get the feeling ur ribs are about to break.
No seats. Running around. Chaos.
PEOPLE!, Amazing vocabulary, funny comments, funny reactions (over reactions).
LIBB kteer, wf afaya!
There was a family of 4 members mom, dad, son & daughter sitting right behind me, they made a phone call to “el7agga” apologising for not being able to take her to this match and promising that they will take her to the upcoming match next Friday.
Father: “Alo! aiwa ya 7agga, msh oltelk ha2aflek 3nd el bab 4:30… mashofteneesh! tyb negebolek nadara b2a b2a… wala tezz3ali nafsek, hanakhdooki el mutch eg- gay aiwa.. aiwa.. match el olembi el gom3a el gaya dahyn, mashi ya 7agga alfsalama m3 el salama!” (7asessoni wakhdenha film l sit faten law mo2khza 7amama, 3ala ra2ui shkhseya lawlabeya shoftaha mara!)
Son: “baba baba, hat libb.. baba baba hat libb, fen el libb!”
Father: “el libb f shntet mama” (radd b3d malwad galo gafaf).
(baba da b2a 7angarto 3’ir adameya belmara, akeno 3azra2eel beytklm.. 3azra2eel yemekn 27n meno kaman! 7angara stereo turbo sama3t dolby soot mogasam tholathy el ab3ad momeet! tab nefsi a3raf.. law el ragel da za32 tyb hayb2a eh el mawqeff! akeed haytakhed gona7 :S)
w mama b2a zai Amina bzbt bas namoozag sanat 2009.
shyala el 3asayer w jacketat el 3eyal wel libb tab3an, w wade7 gedan enaha msh fahma 2ayotoha 7ga men el hya betetfarag 3aleh, w rasma ebtesamet ed3a2 el sa3ada 3ala shafaterha w a3da…!
el walad b2a haga keda bt3 12 13 sana.
rakhamet el sobyan na27a 3aleh.. w mn el wade7 eno metrabi 3ala eno “ELWALAD”!
wel walad 27sn men el bent, w khod balak men okhtak, wenta ragel el beit w abook msh mawgood wen mafeesh welad te3ayat, wel khayaba di kolaha!
wel bent nesmet el 2a3da masm3telhash 7ess 3ier marten w kanet btes2al 3al libb bardo! :S
amma b2a el kan 2a3ed gambi fahowa hosalet el hosala, lesan bakabort, w 3amelli feeha el 7ema2ui awi… khosara wallahi el wad kan 7eleiwa!
el mohem eno b3d da kollo et3’alabna 2/1… :( (match el zamalek w 7aras el hodood)
ro7na seagull kan fi talat zabayn w e7na rabe3hom…
(bck to english)
The food was great, after finishing, i took a tour around the place, my god that place is one of my favorite places… it is anything but boring!
you’re surrounded with old antiques.
Everything is old and has a history, i don’t know why i have a thing for anything old, valuable or not i just love old things, and somehow there’s a certain smell u can sense in all old things, a common smell they carry…
i stood by the sea, the sound of the waves were so powerful.
the sound of greatness.
i don’t know how can u love something so much and yet can’t fully surrender to it, how can you love something so much indulge in it when calm and yet cannot accept its rage… maybe it all depends on how u define love in the end!
i had an amazing conversation with a beautiful red green blue parrot, when i started talking with the monkey i guess he felt jealous and started grabbing my attention by holding his metal plate by his beak and tapping it on surrounding metal… i guess he’s a he i didn’t get to know his name, and i really can’t wait to go back and meet him. :)
on the way back to Cairo dad and i were dead sleepy, so i thought i’d play some of our favorite music to wake us up a little… we sang on pink floyd wish you were here, reo speed wagon keep on living u and more from the same album, it was nice coz all these songs have memories with me and dad, he was the one who used to play them for me, and hearing them yesterday after such a long time was gr8 specially that i was able to remember all the tunes clearly, it’s like they’ve been carved inside me since childhood…
we then stopped for a coffee, we needed something that would wake us up a little (chemical this time!)
it did! but after i arrived home and it was actually time to go to bed :D i was unbelievably hyper!
my mom was pulling her hair off!
yeh it was a special day indeed :)
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here
Pink Floyd- wish you were here