life while growing up.
i wonder if it is still the same? the clean streets that used to be washed by trucks overnight for us, the early morning citizens who enjoyed walking through its streets, getting to work or school, or just taking morning walks to smell the fresh air, the jasmine, the roses, and enjoy the site of the fruit trees.
has it changed so much since i left in the early seventies?
do the streets recall a young girl who used to look forward to every morning, rushing to get up and have coffee, served, with water and milk, on a silver tray in special cups that were too fancy, but 