graduation

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.

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