Memories... sweet days and lost years

When Naguib Mahfouz reached the age of ninety, he said that he felt as if he were at Sidi Gaber station, where the train stops and there are only a few minutes left before it reaches its final stop, with only minutes left to prepare for its departure. This is how I feel now that I have passed eighty and all that remains for me are the memories of the beautiful days and the wasted years that passed in the blink of an eye. I remembered the great novelist Gabriel Garcia Marquez and his famous ...