Amnesiac and her laptop are upstairs at Upstairs Auntie's place.
As Upstairs Auntie walks past she sees the picture of the great Alexandrian poet and bad spectacles-chooser Cavafy which crowns the last post.
Upstairs auntie: [Squinting and frowning] Dah meen dah? [Who is that?]
Amnesiac: Cavafy.
Upstairs: Meen? Gaddafy?? [Who? Qaddafy?]
Amnesiac: ...
Amnesiac: La2. CAVAAAFFFFYYY.
Upstairs: Sbelleeh keda [Spell it]
Amnesiac: C-A-V-A-F-Y
Upstairs: Cavafy...aaaahh [a lightbulb seems to light up]
Amnesiac: [Encouraged] Te3rafeeh? [Do you know him?]
Upstairs: La2. [No]
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That was 20 seconds of our lives neither one of us is ever getting back..
HAHA
Hilarious,
I can just picture exactly how that happened too! The anticipation and glint in your eyes and the waiting, her delivering the no nonchalant and very casual, and you on a downward spiral. Excellent!
Basil: Welcome to my life.
Amir: Ta mate.
Damn, alifa rifaat taxi entertainment passed by pretty quickly:)
Heh, yes it is a very slender collection of excellent short stories. I really enjoyed it.
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