On the fifth of April, the Cathedral of Saint Mark celebrated Easter by holding an elaborate mass that began with a prayer imploring God to bestow his mercy on the world. In al-Alamein, prayer services were held and some priests appeared among the troops during the day, but at night there were parties at which beautiful ATS women sang and danced with the soldiers. Two days earlier, Alexandria had been subjected to a heavy air raid, and rescue operations were still going on. The government hospital was filled with casualties. Dimyan’s family moved out of the house to live in the church courtyard. It was there that Dimyan met Khawaga Dimitri, who looked miserable and oblivious. He silently shook his hand. As usual, many pashas visited Alexandria in the company of the governor to comfort the victims. The casualties of that air raid were fifty-two dead and eighty wounded, each of whom was given two Egyptian pounds in temporary aid. On the seventh of April, Alexandria suffered an even worse air raid. The prime minister, Nahhas Pasha, visited Alexandria after delivering a speech on the Egyptian Broadcasting Service in which he said, “Dear Alexandrians, I address you with a heavy heart for what you have suffered. Alexandrians, I am fully confident that you will withstand this ordeal with the patience I have known you to have. You have given the whole of Egypt the most splendid example and proved yourselves most capable of withstanding catastrophes. It is no wonder that your city has become the object of admiration, appreciation, and respect.”
Meanwhile the prime minister signed a decree abolishing prostitution, except in capitals of provinces and governorates as of May, and banning the establishment of new brothels immediately. Nahhas Pasha played host to about three hundred convalescing soldiers from Pakistan, New Zealand, and South Africa, who spent the day enjoying pleasure cruises and recreation in the parks. The air raids on Alexandria continued to intensify, so the civil defense distributed leaflets advising the public to remain calm during the raids, to go to the nearest shelter, not to look at the sky or watch the anti-aircraft artillery, to avoid crowding, to stop running, because no matter how fast, no human can outrun a plane. It said it was best to prostrate oneself on the ground if one could not find a nearby place with a roof, and to move away from glass surfaces and if in a car, to leave the vehicle, turn off its lights, and park it on the side of the road. Dimyan kept one of the leaflets and memorized it. He thought whoever wrote it was mocking him and people like him. He began to run during the raids to see if he was faster than airplanes or bombs and reached a conclusion that was at variance with the instructions, as he generally was able to move from one side of the street to the other before a bomb hit the ground. In reality bombs never hit the ground, because they usually fell somewhere else, and he could only hear their impact after he had reached the sidewalk. Whenever there was a raid, Dimyan would leave his family at the church, which he had served longer than he had pledged, and go out to watch the people to see for himself whether they really headed for the shelters and the entrances of houses as they used to, before he was transplanted to al-Alamein, or whether they no longer bothered to do anything. He saw that they did not care any more. Those who had stayed in the city no longer feared for their lives.
Dimyan started walking aimlessly from Ghayt al-Aynab to Karmuz to Khedive Street to the Alexandria station. Sometimes he would walk on Muharram Bey Street and at other times he would go to Rami Station, crossing Nabi Danyal Street and from there, on the coastal road, to Ras al-Tin palace. Then he would go back, oblivious to Alexandria’s breeze, the clear light of the day, or the blue sea and faraway sky. There was more emptiness around him than at any other time. He did not venture out late at night and so did not run into the drunkards. He must have seen foreign soldiers, but he was not aware of their presence. The cafés of Manshiya were still filled with merchants, brokers, and strangers, but he saw nothing and did not know why he went on these mysterious walks. He realized that he only made a point of doing this after each raid, and there were many raids. He became like a madman who could see only the destroyed houses and not the houses that had been spared, craters where the bombs had fallen and not the smooth pavement, smell only the smoke of burned flesh and wood and not the fresh breeze coming from the sea. He thought to himself, this was not the city that he knew; it was more like a movie reel. For quite some time he had not been to the cinema and had not seen any new Charlie Chaplin films. He discovered that he was barefoot once again, as he used to be. He did not wear shoes at the church and would go around there all day serving those who had taken refuge in it, offering them food and water, cleaning the walks, the alabaster columns, and the mirrors, and adoringly dusting the huge icon of Mari Girgis. He remembered seeing him from the middle of the fire but did not believe it. He remembered Magd al-Din, who did not believe his vision either. He wanted to go back to his friend, but he also wanted to stay in the city, which had become so large now that so many of its inhabitants had left, and so old now that so many of its buildings had been destroyed. There were still big crowds around the railway station, and fear began to find its way to his heart. Could the day come when there would be no one but him in this city that he no longer recognized?
He did not have any desire for his wife. Every time he looked at her he thought, how could she live after him? He would realize that this meant he would die and, shaking, he would think how wretched the world would be without him. Could people really continue to live after he had died? Kyrie eleison. How he needed Magd al-Din to give him confidence in longevity!
Some Junkers bombers were shot down over the city. Hamidu was released from detention with several others, and he wrote on the wall of the house, “Either take me for good or let me be forever.” The few passers-by knew what he meant and laughed. The city was showered with charitable donations from Salvatore Cicurel and Their Royal Highnesses the Princesses and Queen Nazli. Karmuz remained the target for German air raids, but the neighborhood of the martyrs insisted on remaining in its historic location. Even German Junkers and Heinkel and Italian Savoia bombers were being shot down over it. The spring holiday of Shamm al-Nasim, however, was observed in a normal manner. People went out to Nuzha and the waterfall gardens. The Mahmudiya canal was filled with colorful feluccas adorned with flags, on which boys and girls danced and sang. Alexandrians went out to the beaches unconcerned by the raids. It was a mild day, and the sea, with its blue and white water, was calm. Many people from Karmuz converged on the Anfushi beach, the women carrying trays filled with fish. They went down into the sea with all their clothes on. The boys and girls engaged in horseplay as usual. In Manshiya, however, the children could not go into the sea, as the eastern harbor was now filled with British battleships. In Rami Station people sat around the statue of Saad Zaghloul on the grass of the small garden and began calmly to eat their fisikh, the traditional salted mullet and sardines, without a thought in the world. That day, fifty carloads arrived from Cairo to spend the day on the beaches of Stanley, Glymenopoulo, and Miami. The English ATS women and their friends went into the sea in their bathing suits at the Mustafa Kamil beach. Many people spent the day at the zoo and were very generous in feeding the animals. In the evening, they all went back home exhausted, filling the streetcars, horse-drawn carriages, and carts of all kinds. There was silence everywhere, as their voices had grown hoarse from shouting and singing all day long. When the air-raid siren sounded, no one bothered to move. The cars stopped, but most people were fast asleep. The raid did not last for a long time. One plane was shot down over the city.