Over three thousand years ago an Egyptian wrote about his country:
"Its fields are full of good things and it has provision for every day
Its ponds are full of fishes and its lakes of birds.
He who lives there is happy,
And the poor man is like the great elsewhere. "

Time passed.. and at a huge, old Cemetery at Cairo, called “city of deads”, thousands souls live now among tombs.. I captured there this image..
I chose some verses of the Egyptian poet:
Salah abdel Sabour,
" Excuse me, friends, the trees did not fruit this year
So, I brought you the worst food
I am not stingy, only my stores are empty
Wasted are my fields of wheat. "