The afternoon was dull, and my mood seemed to do the same. Zamalek could be such a tedious place sometimes. Hopelessness, that was all my mind was going through, and so, I decided to take a walk on that day.
Wandering the streets, my exasperation got even worse. Right there, two vandals were breaching the facade of an old classic palace in Zamalek, producing graffiti on what appeared to be an architectural masterpiece of the early 1900’s.
Seeing the paint sprayed out onto the wall was so mind-disrupting that I was standing there in a state of utter stupefaction. A remarkable Cairene edifice, so rich in heritage and authenticity was subjected to two saboteurs.
History and art, just erased in a split-second. My eyes were witnessing what seemed to be a rape scene. I was disheartened and full of resentment to see what I felt was a violation of beauty and art… I couldn’t believe my eyes, how could someone do such a thing?
I couldn’t look anymore and left.
Walking back home, perplexed, I was questioning the meaning of this, aren’t they also creating art? Isn’t graffiti art? Although I was empathizing with graffiti being a means of self-expression, my mind and loyalty to classicism was telling me that an old palace shouldn’t be the canvas to their “art piece.”
This was just an act of vandalism and disrespect to the beauty that was the frontal of that old mansion.
From that day, I realized the level of carelessness and under-to-no appreciation of art in Egypt. Desolating.