After a loved one vanishes, a women biochemist in Cairo, buffered from her field by a dead-end bureaucratic job, begins a process of self-reassessment, a search. As with other better Egyptianhe mode is modernist, the images the stuff of Kafka and nightmare, and the unreality of alienated contemporary life. While many of the problems she faces as a women would be tempting to dismiss as Egyptian or past problems, to do this is to ignore plenty of entirely current resonance. As such, they may serve as emblems of deeper and more universal malaise.