A beautifully moving memoir of the life of a young boy from a Jewish family that lived in Alexandria throughout the 20th century and until his family was driven out by the new regime in Egypt (essentially a military dictatorship) that took over the country from 1952 onwards. The author traces a map of his early life with tenderness, humor and enchantment.
The first part of the book recounts the history of his family and draws delightful portraits of its members from the time they immigrated to Egypt from Turkey at the turn of the 20th century. The story then moves to capture scenes from his daily life as a young boy, populated with memorable characters, whether family, friends, servants, shopkeepers, as well as disconcerting profiles of particularly mean school teachers.
Gradually, the story shows how events in Egypt's history at that moment in time started to impact his family, especially the 1956 attack on it by the British, French and Israelis, and how that began an escalation of tension towards the Jewish community (as well as towards nationals of Britain and France), who were becoming a target of suspicion of the regime. The mounting tension led to the harassment of his family from the secret police in the mid-sixties, which conducted a perverse form of daily-stalking-by-phone-ritual, and monitored the family's every move.
Despite his father's sincere efforts to do everything possible to safeguard his family's position and avoid expulsion, the ultimate betrayal took place, and like thousands of Jewish Egyptians (as well as many non-Jewish Europeans) then living in Alexandria, they were given an ultimatum to leave.
The reader familiar with events in the Middle East cannot help but be left with many questions about the population that was driven out of Egypt. One such is: how come we never heard the story of Egyptian Jews? How come we don't know that, on the other side as well, thousands upon thousands of people had to pay the price for the mistakes of someone else, taken for guilty by association, unjustly, since most of them had nothing to do with the state of Israel back then (and until many of them had to seek refuge in it after having been driven out of what were their home countries in the Arab Middle East)? The equivalent of such an act in the present would have been the US government eventually expelling every single person of Arab descent or Muslim religion from the US after the attack on the twin towers. To add insult to injury, their loss was relegated to near total oblivion as the Israeli-Palestinian conflict took center stage.
While such and similar questions well up in the mind of any reader who's been following Middle Eastern events in the last decades, the book is not about them, as it was not written in the tone of a lament about loss, but rather in one of loving celebration. It is a hymn of love from the author to the city of his childhood, the city he was uprooted from, it is a hymn of love of the author for his home.