I am still dreaming of this place. I know one day I will go back there. I have friends to meet and a country to show to my little boy. He is half French, half Egyptian. His cultural background is beautiful. He has so many things to discover that will link us to this country forever.
I have memories of peace. I have memories of loss.
I have words I remember, food I tasted with delight. I have images of people and places, of a house full of smiling women.
Some days I can hear the cock singing, the orange seller yelling, the men chatting outside and the women running around, preparing tasty Kochari and smoked fish.
I want to learn the language, to sing songs to my son, to listen to the music of the land walked by so many prophets.
I wish nothing has changed. But today everything is different, except the love I have for this country that I wish to pass on to my son.