Polaq Al-Faransawi

Bulaq Al-Furnasawi was my refuge and my upbringing during my conscription period. This was in the late sixties and early seventies of the twentieth century. I memorized the place from frequenting it. I visited Bulaq Al-Furnasawi many times after the war years passed. Brief visits full of nostalgia. With every visit, I find deterioration and change for the worse. I also feel the change, a change in my appearance and in myself. A change in my thinking. The white hair and wrinkles, the sagging body and the slight protrusion of the belly, and changes perhaps more inside the soul and inside the mind. That is, the change in me as the change in Bulaq Al-Furnasawi... for the worse. And the literary life I lived was also going from bad to worse.