Woke up and looked at the Caspian Sea:
It was angry.
There were signs like this all along these parts of the shore:
I wondered if this was because the water was polluted or because the currents were stronger here.
It didn’t matter. I had come to walk, not to swim. These two gentlemen stopped their car and gave me ice-cream and two packs à two cookies:
I ate all of it.
Then, just a few minutes later, they came back with a box that contained sixty packs of cookies:
I was still trying to thank them when they resolutely smiled, waved, and drove off.
So now I had 120 cookies, and I was determined to take them to Ramsar, my destination for the day:
I left the highway when I was near the city:
Noticed a propaganda mural that featured a woman with a computer, a sheet of paper, a pen, a pair of scissors, a ruler, and measuring tape. The woman was apparently about to make a choice between two male sex signs, and while she was doing that, little stars were whirring around her:
Make of that what you will.
Then I arrived in Ramsar, and when I did, I walked down a promenade lined by palm trees, and at the end of the promenade I saw a building that could only be one thing:
A royal palace.
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