Rain and thunder. The mountains are etched across the sky. The colors are amazing. And then: snow on the mountains! It really is beautiful.
That night, K and I sit on the balcony. The air is clean and cool. The sky is orange. Suddenly, Damavand's triangular peak makes its appearance. The snow that covers it reflects the sun so that you see this dramatic, orange cone.
"Tehran is so beautiful," K says.
Sometimes I feel as though I have lived the Prague Spring. I remember conversation from some movie I saw about Prague (what was it?). The characters are in a jazz club. The Soviets are threatening. "The West would never let them reinvade," one of the characters says.
I still get heartsick when I think of that 1-minute of film.
The announcement of the cabinet means that many Iranians have had their worst fears realized, yet they continue to hope for the best, whatever the best means.
2 comments:
Just wanted to say, Tehran is always beautiful.
P.S. I got to know your blog recently. You've got a great blog here. Your English is also fantastic so I think you're a native speaker, aren't you?
Diana, Yes they are covering New Orleans. I remember watching a documentary about what could happen to NO in the event of a hurricane. It must be at least 15 years since I saw that docu and every little thing was predicted. It's so distressingly unsurprising. This means that 2 out of 3 of the biggest disasters predicted for the US have happened during W's term.
Rebil: I feel safe. Just unoptimistic.
Mohammadreza: yes I am a native speaker.
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