An existance soley devoted to the journey...
A wanderer of sorts that roams the streets in the wee hours of the morning in the small hope that someone's junk will be anothers treasure. A broker, a collector of once loved and cherished items. He takes material possesion and leaves sentimental value behind. He is the hew home for all that is held too dear to be tossed aside with no future purpose. He is a symbol of the uncomplicated. To him it is about satiating the hunger pains and quenching the thirst but to me right here .. right now.. He is about the journey.. about the ability to wander the streets bathed in the suns warmth and have your lungs filled with the crisp morning air. He is a symbol of all that is untouched by the evils of greed the corruptions of power and the impurity of politics. A man and his donkey.
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oh my god
aya hagga deema li-beeeeeya?
well said.
few in this world will ever be blessed by the transcendent power of ruba bikeya. the ruba bikeya cart pusher is purer than man. he is untouched by all earthly and corrupt things. he lives somewhere in the chain of command between god and hosni mubarak. the vivacity of his morning call comes from the freshness of morning air of cairo, the best in the world. his way of life is untarnished by nepotism and incompetence and zahma. he loves what he does and his face shows it. he is the most hygienic and happy person in the world.
don’t fuck with ruba bikeya man.
Oh yes, there is something beautiful about a simpleton who eats bags of foul while squatting on the ground…who licks clean his filthy hands…and who pisses underneath the overpass. What would Egypt be without him? If there were no longer a need for the ruba bikiya man, then we must ask ourselves, roht fein?
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