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Kolakchaal

It was completely dark when we started to climb Kolakchaal at 4 am. I was some how sleepy and unconscious at first but after feeling the cool gentle breeze on my face’s skin, I fell into a nice dawn-dreaming!
After a while, light comes up steadily. And there was a wow-like light on Tehran…
I love this city. No matter it’s crowded, polluted and full of traffic jams. No matter it’s dirty, has ugly buildings and bumpy streets. It’s beautiful specially when you look at it from the northern mountains.

How much?

It never happened to me before: crying for not having a chance to talk to one of my best friends. I just think about her, for more than a month. I’m some how nervous for her risky decisions. Yet, she is happy and healthy in a pretty good European country.
And now, I’m listening to Mark Knopfler’s Shangri-La which she bought me about two years ago. Hmm, she is happy and I have to be happy for her. I can’t call her and if I could, it wouldn’t take the place of her smile…

Immigrating to other countries (so-called first world!) for searching better life opportunities, it’s the road Iranians, especially young generation is driving on. Is it the best road? Why aren’t other roads parallel?
Everybody pays, he sings. He doesn’t know how much. Neither do I.

Parastoo is planning

It’s a kind of scary situation: I am investing on a thing that I am not sure about the result at all. After some months of being disappointed in my job as a journalist –because of many things-, I tried to find something enthusiastic and then I decided to study more on journalism.
Although I used to be a very good student at high school, it turned to be a “not bad” student at university. And now, this kind of non-academic, some activist person want to be a good post graduate student in another country in another language. Wow! How could it work?

Hey!

It’s 5 pm and I did nothing today. It’s shameful. Anyway, I feel like... like… after a couple months out of schedule, coming back to the real tough life. I will rock my world!

Summer

A rice field, Rasht, Iran.
[photo by: Parastoo Dokouhaki | July 2009]