There is no stranger in Cairo.. Its wide streets, its crowds, and the voices of the street vendor do not leave you a chance to think whether you are miserable or happy.. You move with the flowing waves of people, sounding in its streets in the morning, and return with them in the evening, laden with the fatigue of a missed day, and filled with dreams of happiness. Maybe it will come with a new dayThere is no heat in Cairo. Everyone is busy and no one cares about your sorrows and worries.. Either you heal your wounds and heal your soul yourself, or you are run over by the express train of life, not caring about you or what you sufferBut what if life took you a nice surprise and fate put your childhood and boy friends in your way after a long absenceThis may be considered appropriate compensation, and perhaps I considered it a formal apology from life for the harm I have inflicted on you... warmth... alienation... love... loss... gratitude... loss of purpose... all the meaning you live depends on Your choices Yes.. Maybe it's time to take a look at the past and choose for yourself this time what you will live in your next years