我曾经并且仍然发现作为一个并不无聊的年轻女子谈论它。这导致我绕开了他的大房子，所以我可以赢得他的看法，但无济于事。我在他巨大的门Arno面前站在综合木乃伊鳄鱼的前面，我坐在距离大镜头不远的Mokattam沙漠中，所以我只看到浆果的头，八卦和棕榈树的头在屋子里裹着的窗户，以及封闭的窗户，没有任何生命的痕迹。我们有一个祖父没有看到或见到我们的祖父，这并不难过吗？他在这座封闭的大房子里消失并生活在泥土中并不奇怪吗？
(And I was and still find talking about it as a young woman who is not boring. And how much that led me to circumambulate his big house, so I can win a look at him, but to no avail. And how much I stood in front of his huge door, Arno, to the composite mummified crocodile, and how much I sat in the desert of Mokattam not far from its great surah, so I only see the heads of berries, gossip and palm trees that are shrouded in the house, and closed windows that do not develop any trace of life. Is it not sad that we have a grandfather such a grandfather without seeing it or seeing us? Is it not strange for him to disappear in this closed big house and to live in the dirt?!)