Like the cafés, cinemas, and alleys traced in this project, these stamps are modest vessels of memory—objects that once passed quietly through countless hands, stitching personal correspondence to collective pride. To hold them now is to touch the optimism of a vanished moment, when architecture and infrastructure were not just buildings and bridges but emblems of progress, and to be reminded that Cairo’s story lives not only in its streets and monuments but also in these fragile fragments of paper—tiny testaments to a city endlessly alive, endlessly imagined, endlessly reimagined