"The Travelers' Room" is not a novel, it is not an autobiography of the author, it is not a travel book, it is not a book about philosophy, it is not about architecture, and it is not a book about reading, but it is all of that. The story is the soul of the text, the places are present enough for us to feel that we have been transported to them, and the books that we have read will see here in a different way, and the books that we have not read will make us seek them out. Izzat Al-Qamhawi writes about the lightness of being outside his original place of living, about travel as a delicious death from which we return to make sure that those for whom we sacrifice our lives can live without us. He writes about the places that call us to visit and those that we visit and leave without seeing them. About "representing life on the plane" and about our silent companion, "the suitcase," and her feelings on our happy and sad trips. He writes about small things and feelings that we have already experienced, but never thought about before, about the nature of aggression inherent in beauty, about the gaze of statues that bounce back at us and make us feel our inferiority, about the thrill of living on an island, about the obsession with virginity in travel. A new text open to all the arts of writing, celebrating the joy of reading and the profession of living with a mystical sense that flows within the text, the juice of life flowing through the veins of a joyful tree. -