My Family Lived In Egypt From 1993

In The Mess Of Moving From Place To Place, I Skipped Two Grades In The Space Of One Year.

In My Earliest Memory, My Grandfather Is Bald As A Stone And He Takes Me To See The Tigers.

Everything Necessary To Understand My Grandfather Lies Between Two Stories: The Story Of The Tiger’s Wife, And The Story Of The Deathless Man. These Stories Run Like Secret Rivers Through All The Other Stories Of His Life – Of My Grandfather’s Days In The Army; His Great Love For My Grandmother; The Years He Spent As A Surgeon And A Tyrant Of The University. One, Which I Learned After His Death, Is The Story Of How My Grandfather Became A Man; The Other, Which He Told To Me, Is Of How He Became A Child Again.

When You're In A Place, The Details You Focus On Are Different Than Details You Focus On When You're Writing About It.

I Grew Up In Cyprus And Egypt, These Fantastic Places I Remember Fondly.