Page of my travel and exploration diary #12
Cairo, May 2011
…the heat is suffocating.
I wonder if the perspiration on my hands isn’t coming from the stress of being here.
Mansour repeats to us again: “Here we are! We have to walk with a firm step and with a lot of discretion: we cannot be seen, think that the kingdom of these beings is not of this world. If they show themselves, we must run! »
I wonder again and again if my little pinhole camera is capable of capturing my coming here forever…
– They’ve seen us! To the car!
I hug my camera with all my strength, then release it and take bursts of photographs… we run with brio.
We get in the car, everything starts moving, but I can’t get out of the window. The child comes up to us, fixes his eyes on me, and I on him; the background becomes a noise, the car moves, I stay in his eyes, he in mine.
Here is a simple story, the story of this child who, although he stayed there, in the Cemetery of the Living, never abandoned me…