Sisters of theTutankhamun Aman Pharaoh.
David came into the room and told me that the cells had woken up, his face was flushed, and he was out of breath; instead of calling, he ran from the laboratory to my room by himself.
I had left with him as soon as I heard the news of the awakening of the cells. The information was such that it couldn't stop me from going. There was complete silence in the laboratory. In the blue light, Liz and Amina stood side by side, looking at the living cells in the incubator with their eyes on the microscope. A cell that had been dead or dormant for thousands of years had awakened. Finally, our hard work paid off. Success had overtaken us. An achievement that hundreds of scientists were dreaming of, experimenting on dead cells in their laboratories to wake them up, bring them into this world, and get them back to life.
What happened was that when I arrived in Cairo, I found out that there are many museums here, but three major museums must be visited. One is the Muslim museum, where there are thousands of things to see from different Muslim eras. The second major museum is the Christian Museum, known as the Coptic Museum, where the artifacts of the Christians living in Egypt and belonging to the Coptic sect around the world are very well displayed. There is another large museum where the history of Pharaonic Egypt is arranged on shelves, cabinets, tables, benches, and showcases.
First, I visited the Muslim museum and saw everything from the sword of Salahuddin Ayyubi to the bloody clothes of Imam Hussain. I kept thinking that history is a dangerous thing. It stirs the mind; it raises such questions. That man continues to think. When history is made, when the event is happening, it is not known that after many generations, this event will also be decorated on a table, a shelf, or a closet. The bloody clothes of a martyr will be exhibited, the story of the broken sword of a usurper will be told, and the stories of the cruelty of a cruel ruler will be honored by keeping them in the cupboards. These rulers, martyrs, ghazis, their soldiers, wives, and concubines would never have thought in their lives that stories would be spun about them after centuries. History is also a cruel thing.
The Coptic Christian Museum also housed more than one item. There were several manuscripts of the Bible that had been obtained from unknown sources and were arranged in a large room. The real Bible, the counterfeit Bible, and the distorted and uncorrupted heavenly books were, are, and will continue to be altered by people at will. To achieve their goal, they will play in the name of God, in the name of the prophets, and with the lives of the poor people who give their lives to protect the faith in the name of faith.
I was looking at the old manuscripts of the Bible and thinking how many people must have read these books, kissed them, put them on their heads, put their eyes on them. Thinking about it, it occurred to me that every page of these ancient Christian books would contain cells from the bodies of various readers. If these cells are collected from the brush and studied genetically, a lot of information can be collected that can be written articles in scientific journals.
While walking around the museum and looking at the things, many such thoughts kept coming to mind, what is the sense of man? When he starts thinking about something, he forgets what he was thinking. But the mind is constantly thinking about it. The reason is also a strange thing.
It's a poor thing.
The next day I wandered through the museum of the pharaohs to the exhibit room where the Egyptian pharaoh Tutkh Aman and his pyramid artifacts were displayed. Parrot Aman's body was placed with great grace and splendor along with his golden veil. The bodies of his relatives, slaves, maidservants, and animals were also placed at the head of the parrot Aman and at his feet. There was light and semi-darkness in different parts of the room. I do not know what occurred to me that I had very quietly and slyly inserted my very small sewing-like knife into the body of a parrot-maiden of peace and extracted a small piece of flesh, and in doing so, some Even the guard could not see me. My heart wanted to take out a piece of meat from the body of the parrot Aman too, but there was so much light around him and so many guards.
The cells were extracted from a small piece of the same meat and subjected to different chemical processes and put on a special type of plate. When the current was passed, it was hoped that the cells would wake up and start showing signs of life, but many, many Despite various experiments till the day, nothing had happened, and we were all almost disappointed.
But that day, David worked in a completely new way by reducing the voltage of the electricity, and as soon as the current was given, the cells came to life. David almost screamed, and immediately he applied a new current to the dead cells in the five plates, and four more cells woke up. Thousands of years ago, when the dying cells came to life, he came running into my office with his red face, and I immediately came running with him to the laboratory. While covering this short distance, I had a strange plan ahead.
Back in the lab, I had an emergency meeting with Liz and Amina and re-discussed the previous plan. We had agreed that the awakened cells of the Parrot Peacekeeper should be cloned to reproduce this thousand-year-old girl. Recreating a thousand-year-old peacekeeper parrot from its own cells in the laboratory was a huge challenge. It is not so difficult to clone living humans, animals, and birds, but many efforts were being made to wake up dead thousands of years old cells, and so far, it has not been successful, but I don't know why as a scientist and working in the world of cloning. I was very confident that it would work.
Death is slowly being pushed back by humans, and efforts are being made to bring extinct animals back to the earth through cloning. Why not raise the parrot Aman's sister too. In every single cell of a human being, the entire story of that human being is preserved. Every cell contains genetic information, from the hair on the head to the shape of the toes, from the color of the eyes to the height of the body, and in the days to come, from cancer to future mental illnesses. Details are written in a particular way in today's world of science; it is possible to extract genetic elements from any cell of the body to create a complete human being. Now in front of me, the cells from the body of the parrot maid of peace woke up. The cells of the girl who died or was killed thousands of years ago came to life.
I congratulated David, and together we decided to begin the process of reproducing the Parrot Peacekeeper.
When I started this work after coming from Egypt, Liz and Amina gave seven different women who wanted to sell their eggs a special medicine immediately after their period so that they would have more than one before their next period. Make the eggs. Seven girls were given the drug, but only four were successful. Fourteen days after menstruation, the eggs were removed from the bodies of these girls through a very fine needle and cooled by changing nitrogen gas into a solution, and stored at minus twenty-two degrees Fahrenheit. Had gone.
We had twenty-seven eggs preserved at that time. The girls from whom the eggs were taken were paid under a fixed contract, under which they lost ownership of the eggs and signed a confidentiality agreement not to share them with anyone at any time. Will not talk about this process. This work was accomplished in great secrecy.
All this was necessary because the work was fundamentally against the laws of the country. The government or any citizen could have demanded legal action against us. That's why from the start of this project, I had legal confidentiality agreements with everyone involved in the project.
"We have addresses of girls who are willing to rent out their wombs," Liz said. Two of Liz's handpicked girls were called in and told that after sixteen or seventeen days of their periods, a baby would be placed in their uterus, which they would have to rent for nine months. It was our responsibility to treat any health problem that occurred during those nine months. All expenses for her care and maternity during pregnancy were also our responsibility. These two girls were to be paid fifteen thousand dollars for this work. They had to pay even in case of pregnancy loss.
I instructed David to start the preparation of the parrot peacekeeper cells by placing them in eggs that had been preserved in nitrogen after 13 days.
On the morning of the thirteenth day, 12 eggs were removed from the preserved eggs, and they were brought to room temperature. Then, the genetic elements inside these eggs were removed through a very thin tube, after which these eggs were discarded. The parrot was infused with the awakened genetic elements of the Servant of Peace. It was a process somewhat like removing the yolk from a chicken's eggs.
We all screamed in unison as twelve cells of twelve began their highly complex reproductive process as we watched. This achievement was a great achievement in the early stages of our project. Thousands of years ago, several cells of the dead servant of Parrot Aman had been reborn together. In four days, each cell had to develop its creative process and create about four hundred cells that were to become complete human beings based on the information hidden within them.
Just the other day, something unprecedented in the world of medicine was happening in our laboratory. I knew that experiments on human and animal genetics were being conducted in other laboratories, but perhaps we were the ones who started the work on humans. It was well known that various experiments on animals were carried out in many countries, especially in attempts to create faster and faster horses, after many experimental factors on the genetic material of different types of horses and mares. Great horses have been made, but this was probably the first work in humans, where we humans awakened thousands of years old cells.
All this work was being done in the most secret ways because it was not legally permissible according to the laws of the world. Although I had the people working in the lab sign full confidentiality agreements, more important than these agreements were mutual trust and responsibility.
Liz invited two women from an African family; we thought that the parrot Aman and his maid belonged to African family thousands of years ago, and it would still be appropriate to rent the wombs of African women. Go We. The people had started a big task and were ready to deal with future complications and hoped for success.
Within the second and third days, four cells were reduced to sixty and eighty in the process of cell division. By the fifth day, we were able to move four developing humans into the wombs. In this type of procedure, more cells are always transferred because there is a risk of losing them in the early stages of reproduction. As expected, three babies died in the womb one after the other in the first eight weeks of pregnancy for a girl named Teresa, while a girl named Giovanna also lost two babies in the eleventh week.
I was very hopeful that after the sacrifice of the five babies, the pregnancy would come to an end, and we would have three healthy girls. Nature does the same. Millions of women in the world get pregnant every month, they don't even know they are pregnant, and their pregnancy is lost because they are not prepared to deal with the problems of pregnancy and life. This is the demand of nature, the rules of life. The one who survives is the hardy soul whose genes are not so damaged that they cannot support life.
Teresa and Giovanna were healthy girls who were given the best possible care during pregnancy. They were well organized, from nutrition to medicine. They were being paid more than what they needed and out of the contract to keep them mentally and psychologically comfortable. Before our eyes, our experiment was going to be successful, and soon we were going to give birth to three girls who belonged to the maidservant of the famous king of Egypt, Tutakh Aman. A servant whose cells were being awakened after several thousand years of death to give birth to human beings through the method of cloning. The human soul that had perished, from whose dead body a single cell was being awakened, was being created again.
At the beginning of the ninth month, Giovanna went into labor and gave birth to two healthy girls. Teresa went into labor three weeks after giving birth to Giovanna. The girls were named by us after ancient Egyptian princesses and goddesses, "Hayat," "Kiss," and "Zonta" were chosen by Liz and Amina together.
On the other hand, news that became the focus of my interest was the news in the newspapers that the body of Parrot Aman was specially brought to a hospital in Paris. Has been where a CT scan and MRI of his dead body will be done, and some other experiments will also be done in the laboratory there. For the first time in the history of the world, a passport was created for the dead body of a former king, which was received by the President of France at the international airport of Paris by a particular plane. The dead body of the king was saluted by the soldiers on behalf of the citizens of France, and the dead king was transferred with great honor to the largest and most modern hospital in Paris. I came into regular contact with the people in charge at this hospital in Paris. My interest was that if a cell in the body of Aman the parrot could be observed and its genetic formula recorded, it would open the door to further research in the future. I was told that before the CT scan and MRI, cells had been taken from different parts of the parrot Aman's body, and they are being worked on, and an attempt is being made to get them through his cells. The formula of the body should be taken out.
This was essential and interesting news for me. The scientists in Paris had no idea why I was taking so much interest in the parrot peace body and the research on it. I did not really know what the benefit of these investigations would be. But there was a certain curiosity within me that required me to know all the information about Parrot Aman. Haipat, K Sis, and Zonet were rapidly going through the stages of their childhood with all the innocence and mischief of normal children. All the genetic investigations of these three girls had been completed, from the structure of the oral bones of these girls, the artists of our laboratory had made their appearance in different parts of life, and it was estimated that their appearance was Egypt. were similar to those living in rural areas. I had not yet decided when to bring this great scientific achievement in my laboratory to the public. I should have written about the entire experience in a scientific journal, but an unseen fear was haunting me inside. I had no idea it would happen.
A few days later, I get a packet from Paris, my friend Dr. Le Jean Bouvian, sending me a summary of the various tests carried out on parrot peace. Along with that was the genetic formula of his body. I immediately compared this genetic formula with the genetic formulas of Hayat, Kess, and Zunt, and to my surprise, it was revealed to me that these three girls were not Parrot Peace Maids but sisters.
I revisited the extracts from the Parrot Peace Pyramid, repeatedly reading the translations of the documents found with the mummified body of the maid lying in the corner of the Parrot Pyramid. Read details of Tutankhamun's family and family members. In royal documents, Totakh read about Aman's sister to whom he was married. There is a story of an emperor who died at the age of eighteen. The story of the pharaoh who did not sell his sisters married them, gave them equal status, and placed them in his pyramid after his death.
I had three sisters of the same pharaoh, the same parrot Aman. I don't know why I was scared. I kept thinking, sat down with my staff, and tried to understand and explain the problem again and again. Those three girls were just like normal girls, laughing, playing, running, falling, getting hurt, and crying, with the same innocence that children have. They did not know that she was the sister of Totakh Aman, the Egyptian Qaluptra. When it is published about them, the whole world will focus on them. They will be considered a story of thousands of years. I was responsible for bringing them into the modern world but could not keep them primitive in this modern world. How mock their innocence? No, it shouldn't. All the laboratory workers agreed with me.
After a few days, I was told that three white couples had adopted these three girls.
It has been many years since I retired; those three girls must have been young. I still see a white couple with Egyptian-looking black girls, and I think of the Tutankhamun Peace Sisters.
I had left with him as soon as I heard the news of the awakening of the cells. The information was such that it couldn't stop me from going. There was complete silence in the laboratory. In the blue light, Liz and Amina stood side by side, looking at the living cells in the incubator with their eyes on the microscope. A cell that had been dead or dormant for thousands of years had awakened. Finally, our hard work paid off. Success had overtaken us. An achievement that hundreds of scientists were dreaming of, experimenting on dead cells in their laboratories to wake them up, bring them into this world, and get them back to life.
What happened was that when I arrived in Cairo, I found out that there are many museums here, but three major museums must be visited. One is the Muslim museum, where there are thousands of things to see from different Muslim eras. The second major museum is the Christian Museum, known as the Coptic Museum, where the artifacts of the Christians living in Egypt and belonging to the Coptic sect around the world are very well displayed. There is another large museum where the history of Pharaonic Egypt is arranged on shelves, cabinets, tables, benches, and showcases.
First, I visited the Muslim museum and saw everything from the sword of Salahuddin Ayyubi to the bloody clothes of Imam Hussain. I kept thinking that history is a dangerous thing. It stirs the mind; it raises such questions. That man continues to think. When history is made, when the event is happening, it is not known that after many generations, this event will also be decorated on a table, a shelf, or a closet. The bloody clothes of a martyr will be exhibited, the story of the broken sword of a usurper will be told, and the stories of the cruelty of a cruel ruler will be honored by keeping them in the cupboards. These rulers, martyrs, ghazis, their soldiers, wives, and concubines would never have thought in their lives that stories would be spun about them after centuries. History is also a cruel thing.
The Coptic Christian Museum also housed more than one item. There were several manuscripts of the Bible that had been obtained from unknown sources and were arranged in a large room. The real Bible, the counterfeit Bible, and the distorted and uncorrupted heavenly books were, are, and will continue to be altered by people at will. To achieve their goal, they will play in the name of God, in the name of the prophets, and with the lives of the poor people who give their lives to protect the faith in the name of faith.
I was looking at the old manuscripts of the Bible and thinking how many people must have read these books, kissed them, put them on their heads, put their eyes on them. Thinking about it, it occurred to me that every page of these ancient Christian books would contain cells from the bodies of various readers. If these cells are collected from the brush and studied genetically, a lot of information can be collected that can be written articles in scientific journals.
While walking around the museum and looking at the things, many such thoughts kept coming to mind, what is the sense of man? When he starts thinking about something, he forgets what he was thinking. But the mind is constantly thinking about it. The reason is also a strange thing.
It's a poor thing.
The next day I wandered through the museum of the pharaohs to the exhibit room where the Egyptian pharaoh Tutkh Aman and his pyramid artifacts were displayed. Parrot Aman's body was placed with great grace and splendor along with his golden veil. The bodies of his relatives, slaves, maidservants, and animals were also placed at the head of the parrot Aman and at his feet. There was light and semi-darkness in different parts of the room. I do not know what occurred to me that I had very quietly and slyly inserted my very small sewing-like knife into the body of a parrot-maiden of peace and extracted a small piece of flesh, and in doing so, some Even the guard could not see me. My heart wanted to take out a piece of meat from the body of the parrot Aman too, but there was so much light around him and so many guards.
The cells were extracted from a small piece of the same meat and subjected to different chemical processes and put on a special type of plate. When the current was passed, it was hoped that the cells would wake up and start showing signs of life, but many, many Despite various experiments till the day, nothing had happened, and we were all almost disappointed.
But that day, David worked in a completely new way by reducing the voltage of the electricity, and as soon as the current was given, the cells came to life. David almost screamed, and immediately he applied a new current to the dead cells in the five plates, and four more cells woke up. Thousands of years ago, when the dying cells came to life, he came running into my office with his red face, and I immediately came running with him to the laboratory. While covering this short distance, I had a strange plan ahead.
Back in the lab, I had an emergency meeting with Liz and Amina and re-discussed the previous plan. We had agreed that the awakened cells of the Parrot Peacekeeper should be cloned to reproduce this thousand-year-old girl. Recreating a thousand-year-old peacekeeper parrot from its own cells in the laboratory was a huge challenge. It is not so difficult to clone living humans, animals, and birds, but many efforts were being made to wake up dead thousands of years old cells, and so far, it has not been successful, but I don't know why as a scientist and working in the world of cloning. I was very confident that it would work.
Death is slowly being pushed back by humans, and efforts are being made to bring extinct animals back to the earth through cloning. Why not raise the parrot Aman's sister too. In every single cell of a human being, the entire story of that human being is preserved. Every cell contains genetic information, from the hair on the head to the shape of the toes, from the color of the eyes to the height of the body, and in the days to come, from cancer to future mental illnesses. Details are written in a particular way in today's world of science; it is possible to extract genetic elements from any cell of the body to create a complete human being. Now in front of me, the cells from the body of the parrot maid of peace woke up. The cells of the girl who died or was killed thousands of years ago came to life.
I congratulated David, and together we decided to begin the process of reproducing the Parrot Peacekeeper.
When I started this work after coming from Egypt, Liz and Amina gave seven different women who wanted to sell their eggs a special medicine immediately after their period so that they would have more than one before their next period. Make the eggs. Seven girls were given the drug, but only four were successful. Fourteen days after menstruation, the eggs were removed from the bodies of these girls through a very fine needle and cooled by changing nitrogen gas into a solution, and stored at minus twenty-two degrees Fahrenheit. Had gone.
We had twenty-seven eggs preserved at that time. The girls from whom the eggs were taken were paid under a fixed contract, under which they lost ownership of the eggs and signed a confidentiality agreement not to share them with anyone at any time. Will not talk about this process. This work was accomplished in great secrecy.
All this was necessary because the work was fundamentally against the laws of the country. The government or any citizen could have demanded legal action against us. That's why from the start of this project, I had legal confidentiality agreements with everyone involved in the project.
"We have addresses of girls who are willing to rent out their wombs," Liz said. Two of Liz's handpicked girls were called in and told that after sixteen or seventeen days of their periods, a baby would be placed in their uterus, which they would have to rent for nine months. It was our responsibility to treat any health problem that occurred during those nine months. All expenses for her care and maternity during pregnancy were also our responsibility. These two girls were to be paid fifteen thousand dollars for this work. They had to pay even in case of pregnancy loss.
I instructed David to start the preparation of the parrot peacekeeper cells by placing them in eggs that had been preserved in nitrogen after 13 days.
On the morning of the thirteenth day, 12 eggs were removed from the preserved eggs, and they were brought to room temperature. Then, the genetic elements inside these eggs were removed through a very thin tube, after which these eggs were discarded. The parrot was infused with the awakened genetic elements of the Servant of Peace. It was a process somewhat like removing the yolk from a chicken's eggs.
We all screamed in unison as twelve cells of twelve began their highly complex reproductive process as we watched. This achievement was a great achievement in the early stages of our project. Thousands of years ago, several cells of the dead servant of Parrot Aman had been reborn together. In four days, each cell had to develop its creative process and create about four hundred cells that were to become complete human beings based on the information hidden within them.
Just the other day, something unprecedented in the world of medicine was happening in our laboratory. I knew that experiments on human and animal genetics were being conducted in other laboratories, but perhaps we were the ones who started the work on humans. It was well known that various experiments on animals were carried out in many countries, especially in attempts to create faster and faster horses, after many experimental factors on the genetic material of different types of horses and mares. Great horses have been made, but this was probably the first work in humans, where we humans awakened thousands of years old cells.
All this work was being done in the most secret ways because it was not legally permissible according to the laws of the world. Although I had the people working in the lab sign full confidentiality agreements, more important than these agreements were mutual trust and responsibility.
Liz invited two women from an African family; we thought that the parrot Aman and his maid belonged to African family thousands of years ago, and it would still be appropriate to rent the wombs of African women. Go We. The people had started a big task and were ready to deal with future complications and hoped for success.
Within the second and third days, four cells were reduced to sixty and eighty in the process of cell division. By the fifth day, we were able to move four developing humans into the wombs. In this type of procedure, more cells are always transferred because there is a risk of losing them in the early stages of reproduction. As expected, three babies died in the womb one after the other in the first eight weeks of pregnancy for a girl named Teresa, while a girl named Giovanna also lost two babies in the eleventh week.
I was very hopeful that after the sacrifice of the five babies, the pregnancy would come to an end, and we would have three healthy girls. Nature does the same. Millions of women in the world get pregnant every month, they don't even know they are pregnant, and their pregnancy is lost because they are not prepared to deal with the problems of pregnancy and life. This is the demand of nature, the rules of life. The one who survives is the hardy soul whose genes are not so damaged that they cannot support life.
Teresa and Giovanna were healthy girls who were given the best possible care during pregnancy. They were well organized, from nutrition to medicine. They were being paid more than what they needed and out of the contract to keep them mentally and psychologically comfortable. Before our eyes, our experiment was going to be successful, and soon we were going to give birth to three girls who belonged to the maidservant of the famous king of Egypt, Tutakh Aman. A servant whose cells were being awakened after several thousand years of death to give birth to human beings through the method of cloning. The human soul that had perished, from whose dead body a single cell was being awakened, was being created again.
At the beginning of the ninth month, Giovanna went into labor and gave birth to two healthy girls. Teresa went into labor three weeks after giving birth to Giovanna. The girls were named by us after ancient Egyptian princesses and goddesses, "Hayat," "Kiss," and "Zonta" were chosen by Liz and Amina together.
On the other hand, news that became the focus of my interest was the news in the newspapers that the body of Parrot Aman was specially brought to a hospital in Paris. Has been where a CT scan and MRI of his dead body will be done, and some other experiments will also be done in the laboratory there. For the first time in the history of the world, a passport was created for the dead body of a former king, which was received by the President of France at the international airport of Paris by a particular plane. The dead body of the king was saluted by the soldiers on behalf of the citizens of France, and the dead king was transferred with great honor to the largest and most modern hospital in Paris. I came into regular contact with the people in charge at this hospital in Paris. My interest was that if a cell in the body of Aman the parrot could be observed and its genetic formula recorded, it would open the door to further research in the future. I was told that before the CT scan and MRI, cells had been taken from different parts of the parrot Aman's body, and they are being worked on, and an attempt is being made to get them through his cells. The formula of the body should be taken out.
This was essential and interesting news for me. The scientists in Paris had no idea why I was taking so much interest in the parrot peace body and the research on it. I did not really know what the benefit of these investigations would be. But there was a certain curiosity within me that required me to know all the information about Parrot Aman. Haipat, K Sis, and Zonet were rapidly going through the stages of their childhood with all the innocence and mischief of normal children. All the genetic investigations of these three girls had been completed, from the structure of the oral bones of these girls, the artists of our laboratory had made their appearance in different parts of life, and it was estimated that their appearance was Egypt. were similar to those living in rural areas. I had not yet decided when to bring this great scientific achievement in my laboratory to the public. I should have written about the entire experience in a scientific journal, but an unseen fear was haunting me inside. I had no idea it would happen.
A few days later, I get a packet from Paris, my friend Dr. Le Jean Bouvian, sending me a summary of the various tests carried out on parrot peace. Along with that was the genetic formula of his body. I immediately compared this genetic formula with the genetic formulas of Hayat, Kess, and Zunt, and to my surprise, it was revealed to me that these three girls were not Parrot Peace Maids but sisters.
I revisited the extracts from the Parrot Peace Pyramid, repeatedly reading the translations of the documents found with the mummified body of the maid lying in the corner of the Parrot Pyramid. Read details of Tutankhamun's family and family members. In royal documents, Totakh read about Aman's sister to whom he was married. There is a story of an emperor who died at the age of eighteen. The story of the pharaoh who did not sell his sisters married them, gave them equal status, and placed them in his pyramid after his death.
I had three sisters of the same pharaoh, the same parrot Aman. I don't know why I was scared. I kept thinking, sat down with my staff, and tried to understand and explain the problem again and again. Those three girls were just like normal girls, laughing, playing, running, falling, getting hurt, and crying, with the same innocence that children have. They did not know that she was the sister of Totakh Aman, the Egyptian Qaluptra. When it is published about them, the whole world will focus on them. They will be considered a story of thousands of years. I was responsible for bringing them into the modern world but could not keep them primitive in this modern world. How mock their innocence? No, it shouldn't. All the laboratory workers agreed with me.
After a few days, I was told that three white couples had adopted these three girls.
It has been many years since I retired; those three girls must have been young. I still see a white couple with Egyptian-looking black girls, and I think of the Tutankhamun Peace Sisters.
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