I don’t remember if I have ever told how I and Mr. Winter
became friends, but I shall narrate this in brief.
One day, I accepted a “Friend request” on my FaceBook
account. According to the photo, he was a 13 years old boy, with the full
rappers’ trousers and a hat standing one a column. Before coming to Egypt, I didn’t
have time to spend on FaceBook, so I didn’t know how exactly work, I didn’t
know how to see a person’s “photo albums”. And I think that Mr. Winter didn’t
upload any photos of him these days. Just abstract photos. And I thought that
he is a school boy.
I accept the request, I don’t know why. I thought “why not?”
Some day, we simply start talking. One day we were talking
about Arabic language and he send me a photo, some men that were fishing, and
said to me “Farah, if you want to learn Arabic, you have to meet real people”.
I was very sad then. I thought that he had the idea that I
am a European girl that knows anything of the real world, I grew up in
aristocratic salon and other things like this and I was convinced that he will
never talk to me again.
He did. When I told him about this fact, he didn’t remember
it. I have to tell you that Mr. Window forgets easily.
Some day he put photos of himself on FaceBook and in spite
of I saw his face, I couldn’t change the first impression, the 13 years old
boy. I ask him: “is that you in the photos”, he said me “yes”.
Many Facebook friends are very boring, rude, annoying or
start flirting you, like this is what you were waiting in your life. An absolutely
unknown person to fall in his arms. FOOLS!
Mr. Winter is a very special person. He is very polite, educated,
cultured, he sees the things under a different aspect, he is a good friend he
has a very good appearance (he doesn’t believe it), he reads a lot, he can
inspires you and he likes CHOCOLATE. And by the way he is a director, a cinema
director. He is responsible of this blog and of many things will come in the
future.
When I came to live in Cairo,
one day I ask him to meet each other. He didn’t believe me. I ask him “Why not?
We are FaceBook friends, we have a good relationship and I want to see you. You
live one hour and a half from Cairo…”
He came. I couldn’t believe. Two meters, big body, shiny
smile…
He says to me many times, that other people find him a weird
person. Girls find him weird too. And many times he is disappointed. It is very
logic to feel bad about this.
But Mr. Winter ignores one thing. Charismatic persons always
are considered weird by common people. It is not easy to admit that someone is
better than you, but when his smartness is obvious, you cannot say that he is
fool so you say that he is weird.
Especially here in Egypt that the majority of people
take life as it is and they don’t care to change anything of this oppressive
mentality, because -au font- they feel safe doing what other people do, Mr.
Winter and all Mr. Winters will always be weird.
Other people will never understand your smartness, Mr.
Winter. They want to live a quiet life, to follow the way of their fathers,
even if they don’t like it. You don’t know that all the kind of revolutions
from the small personal till the big ones need bravery. And bravery is not an
easy thing. It needs a very strong character to have the “balls” to change things.
And you have it. Even if it is a small daily habit.
Even the way you behave is different.
Girls here (that become women through marriage with small
personal experience of life) from their father’s house go to their husband’s.
They don’t have the experience to distinguish that you are different and when
they see it, they are afraid to discover what this “different” means. Trying to
find out what this “different” is, they risk the safety of the known life. They
will not risk it, at least not easily.
Charismatic people are always alone, my friend!
Keep walking, Mr. Winter. As a famous Spanish poet says “Walker, there is no path.
You create path exactly the moment you start walk”.
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