Tu ne seras jamais heureux si tu continues à chercher en quoi consiste le bonheur. Et tu ne vivras jamais si tu recherches le sens de la vie.
Cairo Rain
What is that? Is it raining?
No, habibty, it doesn’t rain in Cairo!
I know, so feel—she held out her hand—feel the water droplets.
It’s from the air conditioners. They both looked skyward. He was right, of course; nearly all the windows had air conditioning units sticking out.
{ Cairo Rain, 50-word short story; photo of Cairo }
Quote: Albert Camus
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