I had arrived at the hotel at one thirty the night before, and I had slept at three. So I felt a bit groggy when I stepped out into the sunshine at about ten in the morning and said hello to this flower:
“You look like shit”, the flower said.
“I know”, I answered, “you don’t have to be so mean.”
I was still on the highway. There was no secondary road to where I was going (West), and even if there was one sometimes, there was always the problem of how to cross the rivers:
And there were a lot of rivers going from the mountains and into the Caspian Sea:
So I stayed on the highway, and I was rewarded with the chance to see a fire:
A stylishly bent building:
A poster for a girl who had won a trophy:
A truck with a poster of the Ayatollahs:
And a guy chilling on a couch in an unfinished building behind a fence.
He might look a bit mean on the picture, but he was actually quite friendly.
I had dinner in a place called Star Berger:
And I have to say the cheeseberger was pretty good.
While I was walking further on into the night, somewhere in Russia, the French football team was beating that of Uruguay:
Then I reached a fruit stand where Ali and Abdullah told me to sit down and watch the game with them:
This time it was Brazil vs Belgium. I got fruits and tea, and Ali helped me a find an apartment around the corner that I could rent for the night.
So we sat there, watching the game on a tv that was suspended from the roof, and every once in a while someone came in to buy some fruits and vegetables:
I liked both of them very much – Ali, the big guy:
And his friend Abdullah, the Afghan:
Brazil lost, Belgium won.
And we laughed a little at Neymar.
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