As a tourist home.
Alexandria 2006 winter.
Here is the VIDEO.
Like a Tourist Home.
A Tourist in a City.
A SPY IN THE HOME CITY.
... HOME ...
In order to Cooperate we have to collaborate +++
Feeling credible.
Come on white man …
Look east …
Go south …
Civilization the Man not the Game.
Do I need the other to see myself, I self.
Like all great initiatives.
This is a introverted identity crisis.
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05/11/2006
I RECEIVED AN EMAIL SAYING:
Dear All,
I have a bad news for you; M. Francois Saliba passed away 2 days ago, today is the funeral at 15:00 at "Sacre Coeur" church.
He, 
François Saliba, was a teacher that I believe had something of an artist.
He wanted to be close to students as if he wished to be one of them.
He later was teaching at the girl's school on the other side of the tramway line. Fell in love with one of his students and married her.
Tens of years later I met him in the street of the market in Cleopatra and told me that he divorced a long time ago.
François Saliba was a bit eccentric and I remember his sadist behavior the day he, acted like have discovered a matchbox in the drawer of Mokhtar.
Matches meant that Mokhtar could be a smoker?
Had Pyromania, Set fire in an unknown secret village?
That day I may never forget.
( The place Alexandria of Egypt. Mid seventies. College St. Marc )
He started hitting the guy on his face after he took away his eye - glasses …
I started counting how many times he hit him when I realized that François would go far and I counted some 3456789… may be a hundred time .
Poor Mokhtar was shaking, his body was trembling while his face was red like a tomato.
I could expect blood to come out of any part of his face.
I think François was having an erection while beating the poor Mokhtar.
When Mokhtar ear started bleeding, François gave him permission to go wash his face. But, Mokhtar never returned to class.
It was a terrible experience to live and I think that the story had another side that was not revealed as Mokhtar was kicked out of school and we have never seen him in class again.
Well, I don't wish blessing of soul, because simply I don't believe in it.
I do wish that Mokhtar could forget this horrible experience because I didn't.
