I inherited the love of "Abdel Nasser" for my father, whatever your political opinion, but the symbol of challenge and rebellion, which printed in my heart is irresistible. The books of Abi and his poetry attempts in his love for my mother, pictures of him and his friends in the fifties and sixties, tapes of "Umm Kulthum" and most importantly beautiful memories mixed streets of the center of the country as wide as in my eyes at that time, when accompanied me to walk next to Abidin Palace and have adapted The edge of the low wall is so long that it is still holding my hand, the simple journeys of the headland, the friendly people who accompanied us, the friends of my father and my mother, the puppet theater "Suhah to what works," "The big night" Grams in Karnak "which revives the soul whenever you see it and makes life in my eyes beautiful, the series" Cairo Wa "They were all the background of my memories, and a lot of words about the wonderful country that includes us and the wonderful future that awaits us. My father was very romantic and optimistic!We were younger than two things: to dream with the youth of the fifties, we shouted against colonialism, the clear enemy, we carry the rebels on the shoulders in the demonstrations and we applaud what we believe in ... And what we love ... freedom, against what we challenge ... occupation and what we reject ... political deviations and others.Unification of the Canal and the construction of the High Dam, "High" .... As was our dignity one day ...!As the refraction brings us together, we are overcome by the pain of defeat ...