An Excerpt of Amr Ezzat’s ‘The Deer’s Visit’

We walked through the river of streets, leaving the sidewalks as rest stops and paths for the unenthusiastic. Despite my great sympathy with the demand for expanding public space in exchange for the benefit of the few, a comment on the report by someone named Schadrack seemed to me sufficiently rational and balanced enough to justify the pragmatic Swiss mood in dealing with the matter, without drama or smacks.  Shadrack questioned the rationality of the demand for the walkway, which would cost a lot and eventually lead to harm for a few rich people: it would cause serious and radical damage to the value of their real estate, after they lost the advantage of a direct view of the lake. It’s as if you are asking permission to borrow a piece of land in place of the one you left. I learned about this in a fleeting chat in the garden of La Becque Artists’ Residency, which has its portion of the lake as its own shore, similar to the surrounding palaces and villas. I sent him a message that I had arrived and was waiting for him at the front door. Although I could only do it once a week, or once in two weeks, maybe once a month. As people usually do at the edge of waterscapes. Where did the deer’s land go The deer mostly arrived here via the lake. He is the author of Room 304: How I Hid from My Dear Father For 35 Years (2019), published in Arabic by Dar al-Shorouk and in English by the “60 Pages” project, and How to Remember Your Dreams (2020), published in Arabic and English by Kayfa Ta. “I’ll say you were hanging around and doing nothing.” Charles smiled and said, “That’s the truth.” The man walked away, and I remembered to ask Charles what had happened to his legs. The deer came out of a garden or a forest, it’s presumed abode, and it may have been surprised that the rest of the land was arranged and engineered, every piece of land dedicated to something, or to someone, or to the common people in order to do a certain thing. I stared at her, and she barely opened her sleepy eyes, as if she were dreaming of me. I asked her how she got here from Egypt so quickly. I told her I had one bedroom here, she could take it and I would sleep in the kitchen, (she sent me the crying from laughter emoji) or — I continued my message — we could consider her trip to Cairo an exploratory date, about which I had thought a lot before and it seemed that this was the right time, and then we could stay together in the same room and watch the film together. Her knee’s flex when she danced reminded me of how it all started, and it made me smile. I thought it was, and I sided with the man against Charles, but Charles insisted and spoke to him harshly.  The man changed his tone of voice and said he would be direct: He was in charge of following us and reporting on our movements. He repeated her name with a sleazy smile. It’s fun but requires some self-control to float or keep moving regularly. It was the playful approval. I admired their accuracy. I was about to ask Charles what had happened to his legs that made him need a wheelchair, when the man from the station arrived at our table, also in a wheelchair. I replied with a laugh that if there really was such a film with that name, then she should watch right away.  We didn’t usually talk, except for brief conversations at our mutual friends’ parties, where she would spend most of the time dancing. Most people stand at the border of art, looking at it and peering at its horizon, at times delving consciously or unconsciously into it, their feet wanting to leave land for a while. It is as if you own a land at the edge of ultimate human possession. Our revolution, and we, who are with it, with what happened, with what we made, say this as a confession when accused. She asked me why I had decided to rent a room for two days instead of visiting Lausanne and returning to spend the night at La Becque, from there half an hour by train.  Before I could answer, a man walked into the kitchen and spoke to us in French. I was drinking tea, smiling and mocking myself, thinking that this was one of the rare moments in which I could feel a little bit of the contradiction between my own interests and a leftist demand. The deer has no chance of doing the same if she finds herself far from her land (if we can say that she has one). I walked along its fence every day on my way to the tiny three-room place where I lived with my wife, mother, and five children. Sometimes we even sat or even lay down on the asphalt streets. The presence of a deer is strange even there. All of Cairo was a giant living room to sit where we liked, and in the evening it became one open bedroom filled with tents and shared blankets where we drew warmth from the close, enthusiastic bodies. Khouri is the author of several plays, including She He Me and No Matter Where I Go. The love of sitting down At every station on the way to Bern, I kept seeing the same person sitting, loosening his mask under his chin, smoking a cigarette. She laughed and said that she should travel from Dubai to Cairo to watch it with me and added that she would indeed be coming to Cairo soon and was looking for a room for a few days. I resist the urge to expound on our “revolution” again, but in short: we jumped, had fun and were amazed, not sure if we were escaping or confronting, but what pains us most is to think that the land there, and even the water, is pretty much now under control. There’s the thrill of jumping into the water for enjoyment. All these clues led her here, where it most resembled untamed nature and not private dwellings. Also the complicity of the detective, the deer’s journey, and of course “Claire’s Knee” and Claire’s dance, how she chose the film “Claire’s Knee” to start a conversation and jump into the life of the only person who was satisfied sending his natural adoring smiles from a distance. After we all withdrew as defeated revolutionaries, I saw the most important thing we had accomplished was that millions in Egypt now defined themselves as “with the revolution,” regardless of whether they were politically radical or not, leftist, liberal or in between, and regardless of whether or not what happened in Egypt can be called a “revolution,” according to historians’ assessments. I imagine an aerial photo where the garden would seem divided into different patches, with no concrete surfaces visible. I sensed that Claire wasn’t really asking about the film, but I still told her that it was the first time I had heard of it, asking if she’d tried searching “EgyBest” website. Art is a suitable space to escape the expected arrangement of reality. She left. Confused because she ignored him and because she spoke to me in Arabic, he tried to force his way into the conversation despite how she ignored him. And I want events to wind away from their expected path, if one exists. My knees have become the knees of a deer.” Claire’s knee Claire texted me, asking if I could tell her how she could watch the film “Claire’s Knee” online. We no longer have a place in it, like a deer that jumps into the lake and now finds no land to anchor on. He might have been the only one, for the most part, who did not pursue her; she came to his place like a stray deer, remaining there for a moment before she felt the urge to go back somewhere. The deer’s name I was sitting with Laila in a kitchen in Lausanne. There she was, lying on the floor about to fall asleep. I was surprised there was a film that was not pirated by EgyBest. Edges of water Should the deer stand for a moment on the lakeshore before she jumps? When I rented you the spare room through the website, it was free, but now my wife is angry. This in exchange for an insignificant benefit to a much larger number of people, since they already had a walk around most of the lakeshore. I turned on the light in the hall, where I was standing, rather than the terrace light, but that was already enough to annoy her. I told Claire I had the film on my laptop, but I hadn’t seen it. Even public beaches are expected to contain specific creatures like people, dogs, and cats. But we are “revolutionaries” regardless, because what happened, what we made, is called “THE” revolution, for us. My relatives and I had not started construction because we did not have enough money. The fence between the garden and the lake is low. Raphael Amahl Khouri is a Jordanian playwright living between Cairo and Berlin. “Of course I searched there, and didn’t find it,” she said. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInRedditTumblrWhatsAppPinterestTelegramPocketSkypeLike this:Like Loading… In the middle of the day, Cairo was a common table, laid with what food was available, and the rest of the day it was an open walkway. * Amr Ezzat is an Egyptian writer. The man frowned and said he was going to buy a new one and he noticed that we spoke in Egyptian Arabic and assumed we could have a friendly chat. She noticed me and raised her head while impatiently opening her eyes. Trying to figure out the nature of our relationship, he turned to me and asked, “Will Laila also stay with you in the kitchen, um…sorry, what’s your name again?” When you are far from your homeland, you repeat your name a lot and explain many things about yourself. They stare at them and at the horizon around them, as if they were looking away from their lives. She looked at me for a few seconds from behind the ceiling-to-floor terrace windows, before lumbering off into the darkness of the garden. Charles replied sharply that this was not an excuse to talk to us. I looked and found out that it was one of Eric Rohmer’s. He got up to reassure me but his knees sagged a little from excessive sitting, so he leaned on the table and laughed saying, “Oh! Sympathetic to the communists Art by Omneia Naguib. I don’t know if all of this might somehow make a story. But here we can say that it receives light pats on the cheek asking it to wait and wait for some adjustment from the power above it, which in this case might be private property. Perhaps there were signs that led her to wander out of the water at a certain place. This may not sound as superficial and lustful if I say how she put everything that is beautiful in her body and soul into her dancing. In 2010, 55 % of the population of La Tour-de-Peilz, in the canton of Vaud, Switzerland, voted to create a passage along the entire shore of Lake Geneva so that its residents and visitors could walk along the shore without having to go around the group of palaces, villas, and private facilities located directly on the lake that enjoyed parts of it as private beaches. An Excerpt of Amr Ezzat’s ‘The Deer’s Visit’ November 14, 2021November 15, 2021 by mlynxqualey From The Deer’s Visit By Amr Ezzat Translated from Arabic to English by Nawal Al-AliRevised by Raphael Amahl Khouri The footsteps on the terrace’s wooden floor sounded like the click of high heels, and I guessed it must be her. Can you believe it?” The man laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. Claire’s choice I do not think that a deer swimming in the lake to escape its strangeness among people would have contemplated wisely about where it would climb back onto land. The man laughed and replied, “No, this is an injury from ‘my revolution.’” When the police withdrew after your ‘revolution,’ I went with my family to take over a piece of land owned by heirs who never appeared. Communism may cause, reductively and in pragmatic terms, grave harm to a few in exchange for a small–but distinct–benefit for the many.  Almost 15 years ago, my ex-wife’s father told me that he used his connections in the security services to find out how dangerous my political activity was, and they told him that my political classification in their files was: sympathetic to communists. Laila had once given me copies of Eric Rohmer films and said I would love them. A young woman at university, who was still a child at the time of the revolution, might say, “At home, my dad is with the regime and my older brother is with the islamists, but me, Mama, and the rest of my brothers are all ‘revolution.’” It is dangerous for so many successive generations under a dictatorship to say that they themselves are a “revolution.” That may be the reason that they are now being punished for nothing. Recently, Al-Ali published her Arabic translation of Mark Fisher’s book Post Capitalist Desire (Takween). She wasn’t asking about the film and now she wasn’t really asking about the room either. Jumping into the lake seems like the logical thing to do to escape the great power of man on Earth. As I was leaving the station I saw him out of the corner of my eye, tossing his cigarette as if he was about to leave, but he didn’t budge, not even to stub out his cigarette, still burning on the ground. When I finally got off in Bern, I found him sitting, and our eyes met for a long time. I decided that my relatives and I should acquire this land and build a large building with spacious apartments for us and our children. The most beautiful thing happening is that in our daily chats “so-and-so is with the revolution” has turned into “so-and-so is a revolution” as a political inclination. The new generations envy us for what happened. I tried watching ten minutes of one and didn’t feel like I would. She smiled and the man also smiled at Laila and asked her name. If we think again, we will find that all bodies of water are in fact part of the ones that surround dry land in all directions and permeate above and below the surface. Eventually, we had a big quarrel because of a small disagreement, but it was enough to make us face the truth that we ignored constantly: I wasn’t ready to move and live with her in Dubai, and she wasn’t ready to leave her life in Dubai to live with me in Cairo. The heirs submitted a report to the police, and the village police department demanded I return the land for which I had fought, to those I fought over it for. Perhaps, from the shore, the trees and grass here appear unkempt and haphazardly arranged; unlike the gardens of villas and palaces, this garden is rather wild. I don’t walk much anymore since we’ve left the streets. The man looked at us as if he was delighted by our sympathy. She replied curtly: Uber. Once the music stopped, she would pick up her things and leave, as if she were running away from admirers’ looks and desires. I watched all of Eric Rohmer’s films. It made me think that she loved herself very much, her dancing self, and I can’t blame her. I hope they didn’t change it five years later in 2011, after the “revolution.” For although I and others have become “revolutionaries,” most of us are not that radical. He immediately grabbed his phone, ordered it online, and did not leave the bed until the chair arrived. She is the author of two plays and a narrative work titled The Biography of a Sleeper. I guessed it was probably not a very popular movie. We walked a lot through all the streets of Cairo, we walked like a revolution; these streets crowded with cars and narrow sidewalks unprepared for long walks, they were all ours. Perhaps that’s why I’m not as enthusiastic about the long walks on the lake shore as the people of La Tour de Peilz who demanded a longer pathway.  For days here, I don’t even cross the terrace to take just the few steps further in the park that it would take to see the lake up close. The artistic style of the garden is perfectly inviting to a creature straying  its way into nature. But human control over water is virtual, deferred control; instantaneous, not there all the time. Moments later, he emerged in a wheelchair.  At a nearby bar, I pushed away one of the chairs so that Charles’ wheelchair could fit at the table. I wonder if that deceives the birds flying high above. His eyes caught mine through the train window from the moment I saw him until my window crossed his bench. I went first to the light switch, turned it on, then to the terrace window and quietly pulled open the curtains. Nawal Al-Ali is a Jordanian writer, translator, and researcher in women’s and gender studies. Through language, you try to find a space for yourself in this new land; you tell them about the private nooks and crannies of your life away from here, what you did there and what you intend to do here. He reassured us that the report wouldn’t contain anything serious. She laughed (sent the laughing emoji with wide open eyes and mouth, which might have been a sign of disapproving astonishment, or of playful approval). Art may be the waterscapes in the middle of reality’s landforms, or what we think of it. I smiled again at the dramatic expression, “a slap in the face to voters,” which I read in a 2015 report published on the “Swissinfo” website, five years after the vote for the still-non-existent walkway. That’s why I considered Charles’ wheelchair, as well as our revolution, works of art. Charles said that his legs were fine, but he liked to sit more than anything else, as I already knew. She kicked me out of our bedroom and locked the door. He apologized for disturbing us, admitting that he usually churned out reports that contained anything without even bothering to follow or talk to anyone. We were happy most of the time, especially when we went dancing (which she wanted to do every night). These spaces, which we do not know how to control at every moment, are not entirely ours in a way, which is why the land next to rivers, lakes, and seas are more expensive than others. Sometimes the relationship is clear, sometimes not, and when it’s not, I think about how I myself can create that relationship, and that’s what this draft is trying to do. I have to sleep in the spare room now, so I’m afraid I only have the kitchen to rent to you now.” Laila laughed and mocked me in Arabic, saying that the kitchen was really nice, but she just hoped the angry wife wouldn’t kick me out when she wanted to cook.  I snuck from the bed into the hall in the dark, trying not to make a sound. Claire came, and instead of staying a few days, she stayed for a year. New generations that did not participate in our revolution are with what happened as co-confessors in solidarity with the accused, perhaps because they are willing to participate in the next crime. He approached and greeted us in an Egyptian dialect and asked Charles what brand his wheelchair was and how he got it. You must keep moving and assess from time to time whether you are still able to control yourself as much as you are escaping from the territory of control. Even the fish in the water must be constantly on the move. Laila turned to me and said in Arabic that we could now guess why his wife was so angry. I liked most of them, and he became one of my favorite directors. Failure to float or move properly, even for fish, means the danger of death. He said he was bored in this country because he couldn’t find anyone to talk to, so he decided to talk to us for a while. Charles asked him why. I chose this spot beside the lake near Lausanne, which was La Becque, and where I watched “Claire’s Knee” again with greater concentration and knew that the film had been shot next to another lake and on another side of the Alps in France, and that was two days before the the deer showed up on my terrace. I locked him in my house with my wife, my mother, and my five children as a punishment, and I spent most of my free days and nights sitting or sleeping on the bare ground of this land.” “Congratulations on the land, and did you build your big building?” Charles asked.   The man replied, “Unfortunately, when your revolution was defeated and ‘we’ regained control, I lost my control on the land. Almost everywhere democracy receives a fatal blow or a hard slap from the power that it exalts or that permits its existence. She loved dancing more than anything or anyone else. In a short battle with the guard, my leg was injured, but we succeeded in capturing him despite his resistance. The house of Charles, my Egyptian friend, was not far from the station. The deer was peering at me from behind the glass; I was fully illuminated, but she was in a dim light that hardly revealed her. But why did the deer choose to stop swimming and emerge from the water at La Becque specifically? Of course my personal interest here was only temporary–the three months I would enjoy the writing residency and this beautiful scene of a private piece of the lakeshore, quiet and devoid of people, while I waited for something to emerge from the summit of the Alps on the other side, where the clouds sometimes settled under one of the peaks, a bit like the beard of a Greek god staring and waiting for me to write something worthy of his majestic presence. He said that once, he woke up and thought that if he bought a wheelchair, he could sit all day long. I don’t believe in signs, not in Paulo Coelho’s way, but maybe rather in Juan Jose Millas’: life is full of vague, misleading signals like those found at Frankfurt Airport, confounding travelers and leading them to twisty journeys away from their actual destination. At the end of parties, she wasn’t much interested in engaging in conversations. He asked Charles, somewhat sternly, if his legs had been injured in the revolution: Did we do that to you?  Charles answered the man’s question and mocked him in the same way and pointed to the man’s legs and asked him if they had been injured in the revolution: Did we do that to you? But once, I had the idea: that every story is connected to all other stories. Laila said: “I told you.” When I found out that writing-residency option was a place near Lausanne and saw its pictures, I thought this was probably the location where Eric Rohmer had shot “Claire’s Knee,” that this was probably the lake, and this was the Alps in the background, and also the film was produced by Lausanne Films, and in the film, a writer spends time by the lake to write a novel. We also laughed and consoled him for losing his land and wished that soon he would be able to find a larger apartment or a promotion to a higher position so that no one could take anything back from him. It had been a year, and we still hadn’t seen the film “Claire’s Knee.” I watched it alone and liked it. I have to admit that watching her dancing raised me above all our little differences. The lake was also arranged; these waters were subject to the sovereignty of a state, and every part of it subject to the administration of a canton. She should jump into the lake. Every beach falls under the authority of a city or village; beaches are arranged for specific purposes, whether as ports, public beaches, or private beaches. She must have been surprised by the flats here and there, and was perhaps confused when she saw that their planted green roofs melded into the garden. That day, I walked to the lake and thought: If the proposed walkway had already been built, there would be a high wall here between the garden and the lake, and the deer would probably not have entered our garden and she would not have come to my terrace at night. After three minutes of us staring uncomprehendingly at him, he switched English: “I am so sorry about this situation. In the spaces beyond our control, there is pleasure and amazement, perhaps the opportunity to escape, and there is also the danger of death as a possibility.

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