People In The Grave


The Egyptian capital, Cairo, has a famous “Calafa” cemetery group, “CITY OF THE DEAD”, which covers an area of ​​about 6 square kilometers. The City of the Dead is the most famous cemetery in Cairo, the capital of Egypt. Its tombs are built according to the style of the houses. There are courtyards, walls, gates, houses and tombs.

The dead city is buried with dead people, and there are living people on the ground (about 1 million). It is also because of these special “living people” residents, “dead city” and become the most famous slum in Cairo.

Under the conditions of a surge in population, tight housing and expensive land, it has gradually become the concentration of the poorest people in Cairo and the region with the most criminal activities. There are buses in the “Dead City”, taxis, mosques, cafes, shisha halls, shops, stalls, and garbage. However, the streets here are narrower and more chaotic. There are no street name signs, no traffic police and security police. These are all the forces of residents’ spontaneous construction. How to stimulate benign construction behavior and dismantle bad self-construction behavior is a new way to renovate slums.



The self-construction of slums is a very big power to change. It comes from the wisdom of the survival of the lowest people. The goal of this paper is to contribute to solving slum problems. Start with the benign self-construction behavior of the slums, and make a systematic evaluation of the self-built behavior of the slums. The death of Cairo is a case study to find out how to draw conclusions intuitively under the quantitative system.



When I walked into the slum

On the 11th, I carried my own bag, got off the bus, and I was surrounded by people. I didn’t know where to go. I wanted to talk to people in a completely strange place.



I saw a Cairo college student who speaks Chinese. I asked him directly, can you give me a guide, I have no money. He didn’t think about it, and no matter who I was, said yes, but he stressed that he would be a translator in the future, not a guide.

Let’s call him the interpreter. On the day of the trip, I and the translator, I took a taxi. The driver asked where to go. I said that I want to see the city. I want to see people’s lives.

On that day, I knew that some people in this land lived in the tomb. The children who were familiar with the father’s rubbish at the age of five were all learned from garbage bags. The slums would use the tomb as furniture, toilet urinals and The sink is placed next to the refrigerator and the poultry is raised on the roof. I remember to take the doctor’s proposal before going to talk to tadi. He said that you are a technical genius, but can you tell me what happened to the city. A particularly short sentence. Tell me what is wrong with our city.

I forgot how to plug him in at the time. When the driver played the heat wave with the Arabic song window that didn’t know the name, I was bored to write this text and began to ask myself, I asked the driver casually, you think your city has what is the problem. This chunky eyelash driver, let’s call him a bender driver.

He said a lot of thinking and survival wisdom, which surprised me a lot. The sensitivity of everyday driving life and the understanding of the city made him like a city decision maker. We drove a day’s car, went to a lot of slums, many wealthy people, interviewed people who had stories, went to the grave to see if there was live, and shook hands with them when they met the garbage dump.



I didn’t understand all the words of the translation officer’s fever translation. However, the driver of the eyelash curler especially accompanied me. He said that he especially liked taking pictures. All the videos were taken by him.

“I don’t work today, the money is calculated according to the kilometer, don’t worry,” he said as he wiped his sweat. It feels like the first time in my life, walking and walking, I am suddenly not alone, we went to many corners of the grave city.

The old man of the mattress lives next to the grave. A wall is separated by a few bricks. He said that everyone here needs me and needs a mattress.



The carpenter said that I don’t need an architect. I have lived here for 50 years. We turned the grave into a city. There is everything inside. I used to break the mosque. I can pray every day. I am really happy, really.



The blacksmith can get a bed and can also repair part-time cars. He doesn’t particularly like us to interview him. He bends his eyelashes and buys him a pack of ten ounces of cigarettes. He also sat down to talk about his child’s education, always going out, otherwise the child would think this is the way the world looks, he said.



I don’t know if it is a translation or a grammar. I always think that they have a very good reason, but they are very similar to poetry.

He said that I especially want money, I have worked very hard as a father, but they are still not good, my children have two, I gave them all to me.

I will get better, I let the translator insert this sentence. It’s hard, he said in a whisper without looking up.

I met several old people in the grave to commemorate old friends. I asked them where your friends are, and they pointed to the grave. It’s sad to say that it takes too much, clean environment, trees, roads, and mosques. Then, by the time of worship, they began to mourn in the direction of Mecca.



This slum is like an island with broken things, barbershops, butchers, even coffee and smokers, alcoholic spirits, young people in society, starting to start business after the government granted their land ownership, and began to lease. The guardian of the grave slowly became a resident. Graveyard planning has slowly become a small city plan. Under the choice of survival and the choice of survival wisdom, this has become like this, and then look back at whether we sometimes do proposal can really change the city.

Going back to the road, I remembered it all in the back seat of the car while driving on the curved eyelashes. Because I found a lot of things I started to forget. I can’t tell you where I am. The translation officer fell asleep by the window and did not know what Arabic songs were placed. The messy memories have not been able to stand up.

A person came here this New Year. On the New Year’s Day, I ordered a dumpling. The Chinese boss said, don’t give money, New Year.

A few young people at the entrance to the slums slammed the door and let me get off the horse and give money. The hard pull, the driver locked the door and they said to walk away, in fact, it was robbery.

The curved eyelashes pick up the camera and say that one day I will become a photographer, I can rent the car to you.

In the Red Sea, there are children who take pictures and ask for money. The tourists can see it at a glance and walk around. I myself, I don’t know what I want to do. I sat next to him and gave him more. I asked him why he was wearing a SLR and took the money. He did it in English and said that he had a younger brother. go to school. You are not on? I ask. He said that he would speak several national languages, he did not. Oh, when he left, he left the money on the steps next to me. I was very sad that day.



One day, in the Red Sea, I snorkeled and saw the fish in the sea, a group of fish, and a small king.

I went to the festival city road and I met a driver. I gave him 250 pounds. He changed hands and gave a street kid 50 pounds when he parked. He didn’t speak English. I was particularly curious. I used google translate and left a paragraph. Dialogue, I think it’s like a movie line that saves a few screenshots. So many people in the world can not only love the ones they love, they will be happy.

postscript

Doctor’s recommendation letter



In the doctor’s recommendation letter of Zhong Ximing, I can see a comment like this: In fact, I can deeply see his intrinsically benevolent and ethical motives on doing any responsibilities that he is entrusted. I can see deeply that he is fulfilling his entrusted The intrinsic kindness and moral motives of any responsibility.

A few days in the city of dead can be said to be hard, but the outcome is not as good as expected. Looking back on this journey, perhaps we should reflect on the role of being an architect, create beauty with less money, and care more about the poor and warmth of the poor. Self-construction is the wisdom of the inhabitants of the city of the dead and the power of life for them. We can’t drive them away. Simply and ruthlessly prohibiting self-construction and demolition does not make the city better. The city is, after all, the residents.

Before coming here, there were too many misunderstandings about the religion, the state system, and the slums here. Most of the people in this world are kind, eager to love and be loved. Most media reported more negative news.

Fortunately, we are so young, have the opportunity to confirm this with our own eyes.