Achha, so I hear Egypt squash is like our apple trees here—everyone wondering how one village grows the best fruit. See, beta, my orchard does well not because of some government scheme, but because my father taught me to prune each branch by hand, watching the sun on the leaves. Maybe Egypt’s secret is the same: just a lot of old men with dirty hands and a stubborn love for the game, not all this talk of academies and rankings.
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