المساليت عرب .. وهنا تأريخهم!

Quote: One of Simon's neighbors is Apollo-a man of indeterminate age, skinny and taciturn. He stands in front of his house pressing his shirt in a board. He has a charcoal-heated iron, enourmous, rusted, and old His shirt is older still. To describe it one must resort to the vocabulary of art critics, capricious postmodernists, scholars of supermatism, of abstract expressionism. It is a masterpiece of patchwork, of collage and pop art, a testament to the heights of imagination attained by those hardworking tailors whose little shops we passed driving here along the road from Kampala. For this shirt has had its holes patched so many times, there are so many bits and pieces of the most varied fabrics, colors, and textures sewn onto it, that it is no longer possible to ascertain the color and material of that original, primary, ancestral shirt, the one that had set into motion the long process of alterations and transformations, the effect of which now lies before Apollo on his ironing board