After 40 years spent abroad, I returned to Annaba to see Rosa.
Rosa is a rose like no other; it is the most beautiful rose of the garden called the garden of love.
When I arrived to the garden that was the surprise! I found Rosa alone, gray and sad, I told her: Rosa where is your smile? you were an inspiration to authors and poets, you sing, you dance, you radiate joy and happiness for adults, children, and lovers.
She told me : kan Zamen كان زمان it was time of flowers , we saw life in pink, now look around you , the garden is full of garbage and dirt, they don’t call me Rosa as before, they call me blossom junk, the pollution affecting the air , greenery and even the words of everyday .
Before we had all the year for love, today we just have a Saint Valentine day, this day you are offered an artificial rose that has no soul or smell like the smile, friendship and love.
I returned home so shocked I did not find the words to describe my sadness.
The second day I returned to the garden, Rosa is not!
They say she is dead, others say she went with a group of Harraga to reach the other shore of the Mediterranean, nobody knows the truth.
I have not lost hope to found Rosa, she probably will return one day.
And you; have you found your Rosa?
Adel Kherouf
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