Childhood eludes Cairo's 'lost boys'

Source Los Angeles Times

Ahmed knocks. What will he need today? "Mister, can you give me 5 pounds for a shirt?" "Mister, 20 pounds for the hospital." "Mister, OK, OK, 3 pounds, only 3 pounds for bread." Every day is a knock and a dance with Ahmed's desperation. When the door opens he slips into the kitchen and sits, waiting for the supper he knows you've wrapped in a bag, plying his charms. He'll try a trick or a joke, but sometimes he's tired and doesn't say much. He sells baskets in the street. He sleeps under a cart or behind the gates of an abandoned villa in a garden grown ragged and wild.