A project of peace, painted across 50 buildings

So when I decided to create
an art piece in Manshiyat Nasr,

the neighborhood of the Cairo
garbage collectors in Egypt,

I never thought this project
would be the most amazing

human experience that I would ever live.

As an artist, I had
this humanist intention

of beautifying a poor
and neglected neighborhood

by bringing art to it and hopefully
shining light on this isolated community.

The first time I heard about
this Christian Coptic community

was in 2009 when the Egyptian authorities

under the regime of Hosni Mubarak

decided to slaughter 300,000 pigs
using the pretext of H1N1 virus.

Originally, they are pigs breeders,
their pigs and other animals are fed

with the organic waste that they
collect on a daily basis.

This event killed their livelihood.

The first time I entered
Manshiyat Nasr, it felt like a maze.

I was looking for the St Simon Monastery
on the top of the Moqqatam Mountain.

So you go right, then straight,
then right again, then left

to reach all the way to the top.

But to reach there, you must dodge between
the trucks over-packed with garbage

and slalom between the tuk-tuks,

the fastest vehicle to move around
in the neighborhood.

The smell of the garbage
unloaded from those trucks was intense,

the noise of the traffic
was loud and overbearing.

Add to it the din created by the crushers
in those warehouses along the way.

From outside it looks chaotic,
but everything is perfectly organized.

The Zaraeeb, that’s how
they call themselves,

which means the pig breeders,

have been collecting the garbage of Cairo

and sorting it in their own
neighborhood for decades.

They have developed one of
the most efficient and highly profitable

systems on a global level.

Still, the place is perceived as dirty,
marginalized, and segregated

because of their association
with the trash.

So my initial idea was to create
an anamorphic piece,

a piece that you can only see
from one vantage point.

I wanted to challenge myself artistically
by painting over several buildings

and have it only fully visible from
one point on the Moqqatam Mountain.

The Moqqatam Mountain is the pride
of the community.

This is where they built
the St. Simon Monastery,

a 10,000-seat cave church that they carved
into the mountain itself.

So, the first time I stand
on top of the mountain

and I looked at the neighborhood,
I asked myself,

how on earth will I convince
all those owners to let me paint

on their buildings?

And then Magd came.

Magd is a guide from the Church.

He told me the only person I need
to convince was Father Samaan,

who is the leader of the community.

But to convince Father Samaan,
I needed to convince Mario,

a Polish artist who moved
to Cairo 20 years ago

and who created all the artwork
of the Cave Church.

I am really grateful to Mario.
He was the key of the project.

He managed to get me
a meeting with Father Samaan,

and surprisingly, he loved the idea.

He asked me about
where I painted before,

and how I will make it happen.

And he was mainly concerned
by what I was going to write.

In every work that I create,
I write messages

with my style of Arabic calligraphy.

I make sure those messages are relevant
to the place where I am painting but

has this universal dimension so anybody
around the world can relate to it.

So for Manshiyat Nasr, I decided
to write in Arabic the words

of St. Athanasius of Alexandria,

a Coptic Bishop from the third century,

who said [Arabic],

which means in English,

"Anyone who wants
to see the sunlight clearly

needs to wipe his eyes first."

It was really important for me
that the community

felt connected to the words.

And for me this quote was perfectly
reflecting the spirit of the project.

So Father Samaan blessed the project,

and his approval brought
all the residents on board.

Hundreds of liters of paint,
a dozen of blue manual lifts,

several trips back and forth to Cairo,

a strong and solid team from France,
North Africa, Middle East, and the US,

and after a year of planning
and logistics, there we are,

my team and some members
from the local community

creating a piece that will spread
over 50 buildings,

some filling up the space
of the calligraphy

that I trace with colors.

Here some blue, there some yellow,
there some orange.

Some others carrying sand bags and putting
them on the top of the buildings

to hold those manual lifts,
and some others assembling

and disassembling those same lifts
and moving them around

the different buildings.

At the beginning of the project, I
numbered all those building on my sketch,

and there was no real interaction
with the community.

People didn’t get the point of all this.

But fast enough, those building numbers
became family names.

The first building was the house
of Uncle Ibrahim.

Uncle Ibrahim is such
an enthusiastic person.

He was always singing and making jokes,

and his daughters and sons saved me
from his bull who wanted to attack me

on the fourth floor.

(Laughter)

Actually, the bull saw me from the window
and came out on the balcony.

(Laughter)

Yeah.

Uncle Ibrahim was always hanging out
on the balcony and talking to me

while I was painting.

I remember him saying that
he didn’t go to the mountain for 10 years,

and that he never takes a day off.

He said that if he stopped working,
who will stop the garbage?

But surprisingly,
at the end of the project,

he came all the way to the mountain
to look at the piece.

He was really proud
to see his house painted,

and he said that this project
was a project of peace and --

sorry --

(Applause)

Thank you.

He said that was project of peace and
unity and that it brought people together.

So his perception
towards the project changed,

and my perception towards
the community changed also,

and towards what they do.

All the garbage that everybody
is disgusted by was not theirs.

They just work out of it.

Actually, they don’t live in the garbage.
They live from the garbage.

So I started doubting myself
and wondering,

what was the real purpose
of this whole project?

It wasn’t about beautifying
a place by bringing art to it.

It was about switching perception
and open a dialogue

on the connection that we have
with communities that we don’t know.

So day after day, the calligraphy circle
was taking shape,

and we were always excited to go back
on the mountain to look at the piece.

And standing exactly at this point
every day made my realize

the symbolism behind
this anamorphic piece.

If you want to see
the real image of somebody,

maybe you should change your angle.

There was doubts and difficulties,

like fears and stress.

It wasn't simple to work
in such environments,

sometimes having pigs under you
while you paint

or climbing a stack of garbage
to reach a lift.

But we all got over the fear
of the heights, the swinging lifts,

the strength of the smell, and also
the stress of not finishing on time.

But the kindness of all those people
made us forget everything.

The building number 3 was the house
of Uncle Bakheet and Aunty Fareeda.

In Egyptian, they have
this expression that says, "Ahsen Nas,"

which means "the best people."

They were the best people.

We used to take our break
in front of their houses,

and all the kids of the neighborhood
used to join us.

I was impressed and amazed
by the kids of Manshiyat Nasr.

For the first few days, they were always
refusing anything we were offering them,

even a snack or a drink.

So I asked Aunty Fareeda, "Why is that?"

And she told me they teach
their kids to refuse anything

from someone they don't know,

because maybe this person
needs it more than they do.

So at this exact point I realized actually
the Zaraeeb community

was the ideal context to raise
the topic of perception.

We need to question
our level of misconception

and judgment we can have as society,
upon a communities

based on their differences.

I remember how we got delayed
on Uncle Bakheet’s house

when his pigs that are bred
on the rooftop were eating the sand bags

that hold the lifts.

(Laughter)

The house of Uncle Bakheet
and Aunty Fareeda

was this kind of meeting point.

Everybody used to gather there.

I think this is what Uncle Ibrahim meant
when he said that was a project

of peace and unity, because I really
felt that people were coming together.

Everyone was greeting us
with a smile, offering us a drink,

or inviting us into their
own house for lunch.

Sometime, you are at the first level
of a building,

and somebody opens his window
and offer you some tea.

And then the same thing happens
on the second floor.

And you keep going all the way to the top.

(Laughter)

(Applause)

I think I never drink as much tea
as I did in Egypt.

(Laughter)

And to be honest with you,
we could have finished earlier,

but I think it took us three weeks
because of all those tea breaks.

(Laughter)

In Egypt, they have another expression,
which is "‘Nawartouna,"

which means, "You brought light to us."

In Manshiyat Nasr they were
always telling us this.

The calligraphy, actually, I used a white
glow-in-the-dark paint for the calligraphy

so at the end of the project, we rented
some black light projectors

and lit up the whole neighborhood,

surprising everybody around.

We wanted to tell them that
they are the ones who brought light to us.

(Applause)

The Zaraeeb community are strong,
honest, hard workers,

and they know their value.

The people of Cairo call them
"the Zabaleen," which means

"the people of the garbage,"

but ironically, the people of
Manshiyat Nasr

call the people of Cairo the Zabaleen.

They say, they are the ones
who produce the garbage, not them.

(Laughter)
(Applause)

The goal was to leave something
to this community, but I feel that they

are the ones who left something
in our lives.

You know, the art project
was just a pretext

for this amazing human experience.

The art piece at some point
will disappear, vanish,

and actually there is somebody
who is building a second floor

in front of Uncle Ibrahim's house,

so it's covering part of the painting,

so I might need to go back
and paint over it.

It was about the experience,

about the story,

about the moment.

From the streets of the neighborhood,

the painting appears in fragments,

isolated from one another,

standing alone.

But connected with the sign
of calligraphy that today reveals

the powerful message that we should
all think about before we want

to judge somebody.

Anyone who wants to see
the sunlight clearly

needs to wipe his eyes first.

Thank you.

(Applause)