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Tehran, Iran
« It is this sense of impermenence about a place, expected one day to be swallowed up whole and disappear, that drives the inhabitants of Tehran, my Tehran, to-as we say in Persian-press hard on the gas petal. » —Salar Abdor, Tehran Noir
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I sat on a big rock. We were hiking for about an hour. “My feet ache, I won’t walk another step.” My sister was only one year younger than me and she always climbed father’s shoulders, instead of walking.... media_text
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