Between the lines

He asks me whether I was born in France or in Iran. “Iran”, I reply dreading what is coming afterwards. Then, he adds: “In Tehran?”. I confirm. He smiles, proud to have guessed correctly, not knowing that he had  a chance of 1 in 7 to be correct. I wonder what kind of a city [...]

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It’s around midnight. I get into the metro and take a seat. I am so tired that I lean my head on the wall and close my eyes. I have about ten minutes to go. I can feel my veins pulsing in my boots. My feet are tired, I can’t wait to be in my [...]

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