“It is Zicola, the land of the insane.” This is how Khaled told himself, after he left this basement in which he almost died and found himself in this place, as if time had moved him and Khaled walked another distance and his fatigue increased after the sun became vertical until Khaled was able to ride a cart. The carriage headed on its way to Zikola, and there he saw Khaled as if he was exploring the city of dreams, looking at the faces of the people and their different expressions. How would Khaled coexist with these people in the land of Zikola and how would he return again to his homeland?
They say: Love is blind... and he says: ((I became blind when I loved)... but what does he do? Here he loved and what happened happened and here he sits in his room every day to write again.
((I am Khaled Hosni, twenty-eight years old. I graduated from the Cairo College of Commerce six years ago. My country’s agents are called ((Al-Bahofrek)) belonging to the Dakahlia Governorate. Today, my marriage to my beloved has been rejected for the eighth time and for the same reason))
Then he looked at the wall and hung the paper next to seven other papers that seemed to have been hung at previous times.