The Dreams

Dream 58

Finally the new tram came to us, becoming the pearl of public transport in the Abbasiya quarter — and I was among the first to grow to hate it. At the start, I was attracted by its green and white color, by its decorated walls and its huge, plush seats. I sat upright marveling at its beauty, saying to myself this is a gorgeous museum, not a tram. But I noticed over time that the behavior of its passengers was far below the standard set by its elegance.

Truly I witnessed outrageous things. Once I saw a foreign boy pounce upon a little girl, wanting to devour her, but I thrust myself between them, reminding him that she was only a child. Before he could start fighting with me, a beautiful woman of middle age climbed aboard, as he shouted out, “I love you!” She told him that she had just returned from Europe where she had attended the party for the release of her autobiography.

She showed us a copy. On the cover was a picture of a totally naked woman!