I woke up with the morning light that fell into the room:
And I found myself in a good mood. We all had breakfast, then Vahid’s family watched me load up the Caboose:
Vahid took my camera and ran off to photograph his dad with his friends repairing the car:
Then we posed for a photo together:
I have to say I quite like Vahid’s photos. He seems like a smart and talented young man, and I hope he will go to university one day.
We said our goodbyes, and I got back on the road again:
It was raining:
I couldn’t walk on the service road next to the highway, because it had turned to mud:
And there were hardly any buildings for me to go and hide from the rain:
But I was still in a pretty good mood when I found this roadside restaurant where I had a two-hour lunch and warmed up from the rain and the cold outside:
When I got back on the road, the rain had been blown away by a strong wind:
Then it came back, though. Also, there was a pack of mean dogs on the other side of the road, and darkness was slowly creeping in from the horizon. It was at this point, when I thought things couldn’t get much worse, that the Caboose got a flat tire:
Fuck, I thought. Fuggidifuckfuckfuck. All that was left of my good mood was gone by now. The day had won. Incidentally, I was standing next to the cadaver of a dog:
I chose not to change the wheel. Instead, I just kept pulling the Caboose. Slowly, ever so slowly.
One time I passed an accident site, and when I noticed the tire marks on the road, I was happy that I was only dealing with a flat, not with anything serious:
When I arrived in Shirvan, it was already dark:
The city greeted me with a fire on the side of a building:
It was all a bit eery.
But Shirvan, like all Iranian cities, had a monument:
And it had a hotel, too.
I walked in and took what I figured was one of the best rooms:
Then I sat down with a can of beans and some bread and watched another movie from my childhood:
And the warmth slowly came back into my body.
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