There's a chance, you know, that the woman known as the incarnation of all things Italian, the goddess immortalized by Rossellini, Visconti, and Pasolini, actually hailed from the once flourishing Italian colony in our own dear Alexandria - and that her father might even have been Egyptian. Wouldn't suprise me a bit - I'd recognize that temperament anywhere.
And I don't know which I covet more: the headdress, the bracelet, the telephone, or the attitude. Probably that last one, although I don't know if I could carry it off...
