When I was little, I used to love it when, in Egyptian movies, the heroine would receive a letter. I would scurry in my seat in anticipation of what would happen next. First she’d tear the envelope open, with passion, then she’d unfold the letter, with passion (the crinkle oh my GOD), and lastly she’d read the letter […]
Whenever I’m waiting, and that happens a lot, I usually read. If I don’t have a book, I doodle in one of my many ‘handbag’ notebooks. And if, for some reason, I don’t have one of those, I find any piece of paper in my purse and busy myself away.