RAMY, HAPPY & RO2AYYA

People forgotten. I call them shadow figures. Everyday you meet them: the DHL delivery guy, the best friend of the girlfriend of the first guy you liked (but thought you loved), it’s even the disgusting hairdresser that you used to go to long time ago, when you first realized that you hair needs a fix: RAMADAN. You must have been someone else’s shadow figure, too; seeing them once or a few times, having some special –or not- conversation, and then … you disappear.
You are left somewhere in a forgotten, yet unforgotten file, inside a dusty old drawer. You lay there for the rest of your life: forgotten, without a name or even a memory, just a vague picture, and somehow like a cartoon character: deep down it touches you, but you don’t admit it for the rest of your life. Why? Because it’s childish and it reminds you of your naïvity, purity and innocence.