A bit about myself
It took me three decades to appreciate life, to enjoy it despite its unpleasant surprises. What brought me to this stage was my accumulated experience, the simple realization that I can tolerate a lot more than I think I can. The fact that things are never black and white and that with some patience many problems can be solved. Despite my new vision, I should confess that I remain a big pessimist, which I rather call a realist. Probably this is the only “ism” that I am engaged in. I strongly believe that people should not confine themselves into any school of thoughts for this will lead to nothing but blind fate.
In this blog, I am going to write about my daily experiences, both real and cyber. Will give my opinions about issues surrounding my life, and from time to time I will complain about things that drive me mad.
Disclaimer: There is a thin line between politeness and self-censoring. My apologies if at times I cross that line and I don’t stay in the PC realm. I find it contradicting to my personality to self-censor if a subject is important to me.
Sobh okhey (Koob nist)
I love your blog!
It brings tears to my eyes to read your eloquent prose.
“Thank you” is too small to convey my joy at finding you! To think you were actually in Tehran last week. Oh how I wish I could go back. No, I did not literally “grow up” there, but I have such fond memories of my time there… My company (GTE) sent me to Tehran in 1978 to work on a large contract to upgrade the Telephone system.
I visited the Tajrish Bazaar often and ate at a Chinese restaurant up the hill. Your pictures are so beautiful, how I miss the nut stores and I am wondering if they still have guys on the street selling hot beets on a stick and the guys along the streets at night selling pickled walnuts (Monkey brains, we called them). You mentioned going back to Paris, is that where you live now?
I Better get back to work, Khoda hafez
Charles,
Thank you for visiting my blog. I am glad you like it!
Even though the city has changed enormously from 1978, but you’ll be surprized to know that the chinese restaurant (I guess I know which one you are talking about) still exists, of course quite renovated. The beet sellers are present in the winter and monkey brain-sellers (I didn’t know they were called like that) still sit next to the road with their big jars filled with walnuts.
Clarinette,
what a cute name (and the logo too)
My Iranian friend, Behrooz, here at work in Dallas, tells me the Population (3.5 million in 1978) is now about 13 million - whew, I can’t imagine it!
Does the large stone Armenian Church still exist in downtown Tehran?
We (khorageia?) Americans just called the walnuts in the huge jars that, just ignorance.
I appreciate you for writing back, …so many memories.
Thank you, habibi (or is that a bad word/)
Charles