It's Monday. The old clock on the wall is dead but still making a noise. It stopped at 12:50. The fog outside has slightly touched the windows. I'm sitting on the couch and writing. There is some stuff on the couch; a few blankets, a local musical instrument that is very similar to an Iranian … Continue reading Tehran, Gallo, where am I?
What color is your passport?
Living in a cosmopolitan atmosphere has led me to notice a few differences between nations. Never can I generalize people only by their nationality. But undoubtedly only an Iranian can understand what it feels like to be nervous for several months in a row just worrying about a visa. How it feels like when your … Continue reading What color is your passport?
A slice of me 