water boiler

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Another day, another sandwich:

sandwich number two

I’d sort my maps and my photos and my videos and my diary and my blog entries. I’d also take little walks through the neighborhood, where the chadors were plenty:


I’d drink lots and lots of tea, the water for which I’d get from a large water boiler in the basement:


And sometimes I’d look out the window of my little room:

window view

And I’d think: aha, I’m in Iran.

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