Traveling towards the centre of the Friday market is like descending into some eerie netherworld
The Friday market is located under a flyover that runs between the southern city of Dead and the Muqattam Hills. But to get to the heart of the market one must advance through a dense crowd of people selling new jeans, brightly colored t-shirts, baseball caps, fake sunglasses and all sorts of fabrics. Its only after I push further along these stalls I enter a space beneath the highway where animals and second-hand stuff is sold.
Traveling towards the centre of the Friday market is like descending into some eerie netherworld a journey not only from the new to the old but also from the present towards the past. A friend pointed out to me that it is not only the dead who find their resting place here, but things as well. Chairs with three legs standing pretend to be all right. Old worn shoes have been polished up to have one more shine and emptied glass bottles covered in dust are for sale. In the middle of this beehive of people and things I see a man sitting on the ground. In front of him is a huge pile of ballpoint pens. He is testing every pen on a piece of paper. Of the pens still working he creates another smaller pile next to him and as for the ones that don��������t work are just thrown away and submerge with all the other stuff just lying around for people to walk on.
As I walk further into the market it gets darker. The highway is hovering above me and suddenly people approach me and ask me how much the camera I hold in my hand costs. This is the heart of the market where anyone can sell everything without being troubled. The crowds is so thick here everybody will be long gone before the police arrive.