Egypt. Cairo. 1991
The city of Cairo beats to the rhythm of the compact and proliferating crowd that lives in it. At nightfall, it comes alive here and there, during Mouloud, those merry and noisy celebrations in honor of a saint. Multicolor lights, red patterned coverings, small pennants lined up on strings hung over a small town square - from a mosque wall to a house wall -, percussions keeping a whole district awake, are all good reasons to forget the daily worries brushed aside by a “malech” (never mind) as the Egyptians typically say. That night, the Mouloud brought to life the city of the dead, a large cemetery where the living, in ever-increasing numbers, have built their lives on the tombstones.