I found this article about life in Egypt from common people's point of view through an interview with a worker in a sugarcane juice shop and people stopping by for a glass of juice.
our problem is that we all look for nostalgia towards past but we don't take real actions to make present and future better. the next coming generation will have no nostalgia for our times as it's full with cahotic situations.
Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass -
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen, then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.
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our problem is that we all look for nostalgia towards past but we don't take real actions to make present and future better. the next coming generation will have no nostalgia for our times as it's full with cahotic situations.
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