My grandmother was born in Alexandria (Egypt) on February 29, 1918. In my childhood, I was intrigued by the fact that someone was born so far, in such a remote place, in addition to having a birthday every four years.

While walking carefully and slowly through the streets of Alexandria in early 2020, I tried to associate the scenes, the buildings, the children ... the story and childhood of my grandmother in that place.

Of the relatives, there was no one; if there was, I didn't see it.

In the streets of Alexandria, I lived her days; the streets look as if they've always been like this.