One autumn day, my wife and I finally took him up on his offer to visit. We left his house in the Borg and crossed a courtyard where a flock of doves were gathered around Bramley Bey. The founder of the village was very proud of his doves and loved to come out to feed them. This was a great photographic opportunity for me, but I had only one shot left in my camera. I asked my wife to clap her hands at my signal. At the unexpected sound, the doves, as one unit, rose up and flew over the walls. This shot goes beyond the cliché that a flight of doves suggests peace. It symbolized the timelessness of the beautiful little village and the hope it offered the Egyptians of a desert that might someday bloom.