I needed to wax my shoes. So I went to a shop in the city and obtained the necessary tools:
They had sewing machines from China:
When I looked at them I felt a sting in my heart. Ever since I had left China almost two years earlier, a part of me had been missing it.
The tower was nice, though:
It was called Gonbad-e Qabus, and it had been standing there for over a millennium, while cities around it rose and fell and were reduced to ashes:
Today, there was a little amusement park around the tower:
And as I was strolling through the park, I found myself thinking: right now, with Trump wanting to leave the Iran Deal, a lot of people were talking about this country. But were they talking about its people as well?
I took a time-lapse of the tower, which meant that I stuck around near it for a long time. At one point, a group of university graduates appeared. They had brought a cake:
And they had balloons:
I was with a tourist guide at this point, and he took me for a walk around the city. I particularly liked this workshop where a blacksmith was making hooks:
I liked the visual harmony of the wood and the steel and the dust:
And I liked the blacksmith’s smile in the darkness of the workshop:
We ran into two Dutch cyclists and a group of young people:
Then I went back to the hotel and passed out on the bed.