Miss Egypt, 1955 and Forever

Sometimes I realize that every moment I spend not thinking about Dalida is a moment of my life I'll never get back.

When she sings - as here, but all too rarely - in Arabic (a child, after all, of Cairo's mixed cosmopolitan semi-slum of Shubra, in her own way a real Daughter of the Nile) I think of all that was lost when Egypt jettisoned the tens of thousands of foreigners - Greek, Italian, French, British, Jews, all - who made the country such an incredible potential bridge between East and West.

Enjoy.