سيدة الزمالك + حقيبة زيجور المميزة

I was about five and a half years old when they told me that King Farouk had left Alexandria traveling in his guarded yacht. We gathered around the small wooden lunch table in our summer cabin at Sidi Bishr Beach, every moment I watched my sand palaces on the beach, still standing before the ends of the breaking waves, at one of my turns I caught sight of him from afar, and then I heard his melodious calls approaching, I climbed over the fabric sofa to see him clearly, my eyes caught on the seller of fresca, holding his glass box inlaid with wood, I was pointing at him anxiously, at the same moment Fahim Effendi, my father's secretary, appeared from the same direction, wearing a robe and a fez. His appearance is so distinctive that he never changed it throughout his life. He was clutching a newspaper to give us the news ..