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In Rome, I saw twenty kids on Via Veneto standing on the corner, fooling around, shouting, and slapping God's creation. In Madrid, I saw a madman with braided hair and barefoot walking, shouting in a lively voice: "Help me, my lord, San Marco, you father of the helpless, you generous man!" In Vienna, I saw a traffic policeman in front of the floating theater at the university bridge. But London also has enough of it. It is true that everything happens in a known orbit, but everyone there has their own worries... Oh, batista fabric! Life goes on outwardly, but on the inside, I seek refuge in God. God, protect us and God, spare us evil... Amen. An Englishman dies of grief over a mangy dog, and a human being dies of hunger in London, and no one mourns for him. Loneliness kills a human being, and no one visits him. And a human being dies, and no one discovers his body until the stench spreads, God forbid. London is a strange and wonderful world, and a life that is so great and so vast, but for the servant of God, a handful of Egyptian soil is not worth all the gold of London, a single speed bump in Cairo is not worth all the asphalt of London, a sitting on the banks of the Nile next to our house in Giza is not worth all the evenings of London. And oh London... you are not impressed, it is true, but your friend dies in the teddy bears of Egypt