The young taxi driver is steering an old, dented, black-yellow Fiat through the streets of Alexandria which are full of holes. Traffic is fast, aggressive and dangerous; the battle for passengers is tough, income is mean. He spends up to twenty hours daily behind the steering wheel. When he feels tired, he parks the car in a side-road and tries to sleep.
One customer gets off, another one gets in. Egyptian women normally prefer to sit in the back seat, foreigner women prefer to sit in the front. This gives him the chance to ask questions:
He glances at her and then at an inexistent distant place. It bursts out of him full of craving: “Europe, I want go also. Cause here, is sooo bad!” His voice is almost choking.