غرفة المسافرين | عزت القمحاوي

The Passenger Room is not a novel, not a biography of the author, not a book on the journey, not a book on philosophy, not on architecture, not a book about reading, but it is all of that. The tale is the spirit of the text, the places are present enough to feel that we have moved to them, and the books we have read we will see here in a different way and which we have not read, this book will make us seek them
Izzat al-Qamhawi writes about the lightness of being outside his original place of living, about travel as a delicious death We return From him to make sure that those who give our lives for them can live without us. He writes about the places that invite us to visit and those that we visit and leave without seeing them. About the “representation of life on the plane” and about our silent companion “The Suitcase” and her feelings on our happy and sad travels. He writes about little things and sensations we have experienced, but never thought of before, about the nature of aggression inherent in beauty, about the look of a statue that bounces back at us and makes us feel inferior, about the excitement of living on an island, about the obsession with virginity in travel
new open text On all the arts of writing, it celebrates the joy of reading and the profession of living with a mystical sense that runs through the text, the juice of life flowing through the veins of a joyful tree