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happening: “Sarah” disappearing forever. But where was her knight that will
take her on his white horse..? That was the question to ask..
She looked around for a couple of seconds, thinking how weird that café was..
Even the name was weird in a charming way.
Everything in the place was old fashioned.. The curtains.. The chairs and the
tables.. Those old advertisements hanging on the walls, among which was one
about new French cigarettes with long filter for your health.. The next one was
about a French lipstick that will make your lips ready for kisses.. That last one
made her burst into laughs the moment she saw it, and finally there was that
one about a cough syrup in a fancy antique bottle that made it look like wine or
something, and not just an innocent medicine ..All this gave the place its old
lovely identity.. That was why she wanted to come here for one last time before
leaving Cairo forever..
She raised the blue silk curtains to take a look through the window, and glanced
at the people passing by.. Walking.. Talking.. Smiling, or glooming, while a
French song (Probably French, she didn’t know a single word in French, but the
words seemed French enough for her) playing from the old record player in the
corner (what was the name of that thing..?)
What she didn’t know was how much that song was a perfect match for her
story. Had she known that, she would’ve made a little more effort to
understand it ..
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Maybe someplace else
There’s a woman