Searching for the president in Tehran's weekend

God,
Teach to the ones that you like
To love more in their life
And teach to the ones that you love
To like more than they love
(Ibn Arabi, 1165-1240)

- Is it your studio?
- Yes, come in please...
- So old….Is there any lamp here? it is so dark
- Well, there is one upstairs, in my studio...You have to climb the stairs in dark...Sorry, but you know....I don't have that much visitor here and I can climb the stairs even when I am asleep. Do you want me to take your hand?
- No, thanks...
- But you might fall down...
- I don't want to take your hand...
- But I am telling it for your seek
- I don't care...
- Be careful, the next stair is...
- Ahhhhhh, what was that?
- I wanted to tell you...
- It hurtttttttts...
- Sorry, but I wanted to...
- Hold my hand...
- OK...
- How many stairs left?...
- Just a few...
- So where is your studio?...
- I told you, just a few stairs...
- I am tired...
- I am too...
- Have you got a drink?...
- Yes, I have...That's why you came with me...
- Are you sure that was the reason?...
- At least I said so...
- And do you think that I wanted a drink?
- At least you said so...
- So where is your studio?
- Here...Open the door...
- Me?
- Yes, you...
- Why me? It is your studio..
- Now it is ours...
- Ours? He he...Don't tell me that you are that generous...
- I am not...
- You are not what?
- I am not...
- OK, let me go in, turn on the light for god seek...I feel we are in our grave
- OK...But we are...
- We are what?
- Never mind...
- Wow...What's going on here?...How many books you have !!! What is that cage?
- This is my pet...
- But there is nothing inside the cage...
- Well, I don't particularly like pets...
- So why you put the cage here in the middle of the room?...
- Because I want to have the feeling of having a pet...
- By cage?
- Because I don't want my pet hang around in my place...I am very busy...I can look after every mess that my pet can make...So I want to keep it in the cage...
- But it is cruel....You have to take it out sometimes...What is that portrait on the wall?
- Which one?...
- The one without the face...
- That's me....When I was student...
- You look much younger now...
- Thank you, should I take it as a compliment?
- I don't know...
- Thanks any way...
- You are welcome...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like to have a drink?
- mmmm, yeah, good idea...What do you have?
- Wine...Red wine...
- I am OK...
- So you want?
- What do you want?
- I asked you do you want red wine?
- Yes...I am OK with a glass of red wine...
- Let me wash the glasses...
- I can wash....I like to see your kitchen as well...
- It is there at the end of corridor, on the left...
- Nice little kitchen...Nice for a couple...
- But I am single...
- I know...That's why I am here...
- So you lied to me when you said I want a drink?
- So you lied to me when you proposed me a drink?
- ...
- ...
- ...
- What do you have to wash the glasses?
- Water and memories...
- Where can I pick some memories?
- There...In the cupboard...
- But they are expired...They are no good anymore...
- So take some from the stairs...
- But it is dark… Also they are painful...
- Well, we have a bit here as well...
- Where?
- Here, in my studio...
- No, we haven't had any memory yet...
- But we have talked...
- That is not memory...
- So what is the memory?
- It is deeds not words...
- You mean together?
- Can be together as well...
- But we haven't had any memory together...Ah, but you opened the door, here you go...
- But I just opened the door
- But you made a memory...
- That's not counted...
- You are chicky...
- You are stupid...
- Why you are insulting me?
- Why are you insulting me?
- Whatever...Why?
- ...
- ...
- Let's drink from the bottle...
- You first...
- OK...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I want to smoke...
- I want too...
- Do you want to smoke from my cigarettes?
- mmmmmmm, yeah...Thanks...
- Let's go and sit on the sofa...
- OK...
- I like your sofa...
- I like it to...
- Do you like something else?
- I like you sitting on my sofa...
- Really?
- Yeah...Why do you think you are here?...
- Then we can have a memory together...
- Exactly...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Have you been single for a long time?...
- Well, somehow yes, somehow no...
- What does that mean?
- I don't know...
- Do you like anyone?
- I told I do...I like you..
- You told you like my sitting on your sofa...
- What is the difference?
- I don't know...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like me a little or more?...
- I don't know...
- How come you don't know?...
- Because I don't know you that well...
- You don't know me that well??!!! So why am I here?
- I don't know...
- So you don't like me....You just want to use me...
- Nooooo...
- Yes, you men are all like that....Just abusers...I am going...
- Please...Why you are like that?
- Why are you like that?
- OK, whatever...
- Whatever what?
- I like you...
- You are lying...I am going...
- Why should I lie?
- I don't know
- I like you...
- You are lying...You are not able to prove it...
- How should I prove?...
- Don't touch me...
- Sorry...
- You see...You don't like me...You like...
- OK, OK...Let's play, how do you want me to prove?
- By your word...
- But I did...I told you…
- No, that was a lie, you bullshit...
- So how do you want me to prove?...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Say S to show me how much you like my being in your studio...
- SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
- Say E to show me how much you are bullshiting
- e
- Nice liitle e....OK I believe....
- :)
-Say A to express how much you are not bullshiting
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- Say R to show how much you liked me when you first saw me
- RRRRRRRRRRR
- Say C if you where thinking to hunt me...
- C
- Just that?
- C
- Do you know Spanish? Say H to show me how much you know Spanish...
- h
- Just a little you mean?....Ok, Say I and consider I am leaving now...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say N to beg me to stay...
- NNNNNNNNNNN
- So You are begging me?
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Say, G and consider I turn back at the door and look at you again, I am not sure if I should go or not...
- g
- So I will stay more...
- :)))))))
- ...
- ...
- Say F to tell me how much you like my eyes...
- FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
- Say O to tell me how much you want to kiss me....
- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
- Say R to show how much you hate my shoes...
- r
- So you hate them?....If you hate my shoes, you can't like me king bullshit....I am leaving...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- What did you say? How did you know that I wanted to ask you T and H?
- ...
- You are silly....
- ;)
- Say E if I am right
- e
- So sweet....Say it again...
- e
- mmmm, I like it....Say P to show me how much I should like it
- PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
- Say R to show me how much you like my neck...
- RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
- I knew that bastard, you can't stop looking at it
-...
- Say E to show how much you like my legs
- e
- Just that?
- e
- You are flirting with me...you know I like when you say e?
- e
- You chicky...
- e
- So sweet...
- e
- I am thinking to kiss you, Say S if you like it...
- SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
- Say I and consider I changed my mind...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say D if you want me to kiss your lips...
- DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
- Say E if you like a French kiss...
- e
- Saaayyy iiiiiitttt agaaaaaaaaaiiiiiin
- e
- agaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinnn...
- e
- ...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I liked your lips...
- e
- Say N if you liked mine...
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Say T if you want more...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- Say I if you want me to take my t-shirt off...
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Say N if you want to have sex with me...
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- Nice to know that horney little bull…Say T if you wanted to have sex with me from the first time that you saw me....
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- What????!!!
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
- I can't believe that...
- TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT ?
- You fucking liar, horney asshole....So you planned to have sex with me from the beginning....You men are all like pigs....You just think about sex, heavy metal and football....I am going....Leave me aaaaaaaaaallllloooonnnnee....I will scream if you don't go off from my eyes...
- e
- Fuck offfffffffffffffffffff
- e
- I don't want to hear it againnnnnnnnnnnnn...
- e
- Leave me...
- e
- Please...
- e
- Don't do it again..
- e
- I liked you...
- e
- I wanted to kiss you again
- e
- I wanted to eat your lips
- e
- Say H if you want me to have sex with you
- h
- Say R if you want me to take your cloths off...
- RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
- Say A if you want to take mine offffffff...
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- Ahhhhhhh, I love it.....Noooooo....Slowlllllyyyyyy......mmmmmmmmmm....Ahhhhhhhh
- ....
- Say N if you want me to....
- NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
- ....
- ....
- ....
- ....
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- ....
- Thank you
- Thank you too...
- ....
- ....
- Do you think we are kind of together now?
- What???
- I mean, do you see any change?
- Change???
- We did something, didn't we?
- Yes, we did....So what?
- So it is a memory...
- Yes, it is....but just a memory
- So know we have a memory together...
- Yes, we do...
- :)
- :)
- May I ask you something?
- Yes, of course
- Do you like me?
- Yes, I do....What do you think?
- I don't know...
- Was it exactly the stuff you wanted to ask?
- ....
- Hey, I am with you...
- ....
- Come on...
- I mean...
- You mean what?...
- I mean we have a memory together...right?
- Yes, I told we did...But I think that doesn't change anything...We had had some memories from the beginning...
- But not in my studio....Things outside was not any special...
- What does make memories special?
- I don't know...But there is a difference...
- Why are you bullshiting? Go straight to your point...
- I am not bullshiting...Memories are special when they respond to some metaphors...
- What metaphors? What are you talking about?....We drunk the wine from the same bottle...DO you remember? What is the difference between drinking wine from a same bottle and having sex?...
- ....
- Tell me, what is the difference?...
- You are chicky bitch...
- I just told you the truth...
- ...
- Why are you turning your head from me?
- ...
- Come on, where are you going?
- I want to smoke....
- We can smoke on the sofa...
- Here is my studio...Smoking is allowed only in the kitchen...
- But we smoked on the sofa...
- That was an exception...
- What?
- Nothing changed...
- What do you mean nothing changed...Of course something has changed...
- You just said nothing has changed...
- That was different from smoking in the studio...
- What is the difference between smoking in the studio and having sex?
- You are a big bastard ....
- No, you tell me...What is the difference?
- ...
- ...
- ...
- I am going to smoke...
- Wait I am coming too...
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you like me?
- I told I did, yes
- Can you die for me?
- I don't know...
- So you don't like me...
- Why should I die for you?
- Because you like me...
- Why should I compromise?
- Because you like me...
- But nothing changed...
- No, something changed...You like me now...
- So what?
- Now you should die for me...
- I am not playing your games anymore...
- So you don't like me...you wanted to have sex and that's it...Happy guy...You scored, ha? You are nothing but a piece of shit...I am leaving...
- ...
- Bye
- ...
- I told you I am leaving, bye...
- ...
- Byeeeeeeeeee
- ...
- Are you deaf?
- ...
- Fuck you!!
- ...
- ...
- e
- What? :)
- e
- Say it again...
- ;)
- please...
- ....
- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
- You can't imitate me chicky monkey...
- Say it please...
- No...
- Pleaseeeeee
- No...
- I am leaving then...
- OK...bye
- Say e before I go...
- I am not saying...
- :((((
- Don't cry...
- :(((((((
- please...
- You broke my heart...
- You had broken it before...
- Sorry...
- I am sorry too....
- Say e please...
- Do you like me?
- Say e please...
- I asked you do you like me?...
- You are a big bastard...
- Why?
- I begged you to say e...How cruel you are?
- I just asked you one question…I told e million times…
- Say it again
- I just said it again...Are you deaf?
- No, that was not special
- What do you mean?
- I want a special e for myself
- But I am not special for you
- Yes, you are...
- No, I am not…Nothing changed
- You are driving me crazy
- You said so…I am sorry
- I like you but I can’t compromise…
- What does that mean?
- I like you but I am not in love with you…
- So what?
- I can’t compromise then…
- And I should?
- Yes…
- Whyyyyyyyyyyy?
- Because you like me…
- You are driving me crazy…
- :)
- :(
- But, I like you…
- …
- I said I like you
- :(
- Come on, don’t be a kid…
- I am not…
- Yes, you are
- You are so selfish
- You too…You want me to compromise…
- You want me to compromise too…
- But you don’t have any choice…What else do you want to do?
- I don’t know...
- Here you go…
- You are bastard, bitch…
- I am just a woman
- But you are different...
- Why?
- Because I like you
- …
- …
- What time is it?
- It is weekend
- So I don’t care…
- …
- You look even
- I am not
- Are you tired?
- I don’t know…
- Let’s go and sleep…
- So you are not going?
- Well, I am thinking of staying if you don’t mind
- Of course, I don’t mind...
- So you compromise
- You did so
- No, I’ve chosen to stay
- …
- ...
- …
- Do you think we are dreaming?
- I think we are dreaming in our dream…
- What does that mean?
- I think when you are dreaming in your dream it means that you are in real reality but timeless so past and future can happen now or now in past or past in future…
- I can’t understand…
- Never mind
- But we are with each other now...At least I see it so
- Yes we are...I see the same...
- I have a strange feeling...
- What?
- Your pet is hungry...
- Shit, I forgot…Now, he doesn’t let us sleep
- He?
- pet I mean...
- Let me feed your pet...
- I can do that…
- No, I want to do that…
- OK
- :)
- :)
- I think she is sad...
- She?
- Pet I mean
- You think so?
- Yes, her eyes are so sad
- How do you know?…I can’t see anything
- Because I am a woman…
- …
- I think she needs a company...
- I can’t afford two pets, come on…
- Let it go and find her soulmate then... outside of this cage and studio
- Then I’ll be alone…
- So you want someone sacrifices for you?
- It is not someone, it is just a pet…
- But it has soul…
- I have soul too…
- She can be happy outside...
- But I can’t...
- You can too...
- How?
- You’ve already changed…
- You said nothing has changed
- But you have changed...I can see it
- How?
- You like me now, don't you?…
- So?
- Look at the picture on the wall….What is in the picture?
- Which one?
- The portrait that I asked you...
- It is me…When I was student…
- Look at it again...
- Whattttttt!!!...It is not my portrait anymore...It is a studio with a cage in the middle...and a faceless couple from back...
- Who is beside you?
- Me?
- The faceless girl sitting on the sofa?
- It is not for now....I mean it didn't happen in a studio!!!
- What do you mean?
- It wasn’t there… I swear it is a miracle…
- Who is that girl?
- I don’t know
- Are you sure?...
- I know, I knowwwwwwww, It is you…When we were student…
- You see…You couldn't have seen me in your portrait before....
- What happened after we took the picture?
- You don’t remember?
- No
- Nothing had changed? Ha?
- ...
- You left me...
- No...
- I told I like you, I can die for you…You told me I can’t compromise…
- I said so?
- Yes, you did
- So you are taking the revenge out of me…
- No
- That’s why you don’t want to compromise now?
- Not at all...Because I like my choice…
- And you didn't like me choice then?
- …
- Do you still like me?…
- I don't know
- You don't know?
- Yes, I do…But not more than I did when we took the picture…
- I could see your face in my portrait…You are much more beautiful now
- I told you the same…
- You said so?
- Yes, I did…
- I don’t remember…
- Never mind
- I love you…
- But I have to leave…
- It is weekend !!!
- I don’t care…
- But you said you have chosen to stay over…
- Yes, but I've changed my mind…
- You can’t…
- Why?
- Because you said so…
- I didn’t close any choice…
- You are breaking my heart
- You did it when we were student…
- I am sorry
- You said nothing had changed…
- I am sorry
- You told me compromise is not like paying for a t-shirt
- I am sorry
- Never mind
- …
- I want clean the kitchen, feed your begore I go
- You don’t need to do so…
- Never mind, I want to remember how much I liked you
- But it hurts me…Memories hurt me
- At least we have enough memories to wash all the kitchen, don’t we?…I mean both of us individually and together....I can't stand this mess in your kitchen anymore
- But you are leaving, aren't you?
- And?
- So why do you care?
- I care for my memories...
- I can help you…
- You feed the poor pet for god seek…
- OK
- Here is so dirty…I wish I could have cleaned it long ago…
- I know, but I told you....I don’t have that much visitor…
- But you should be prepared for visitors at any time…
- My pet is happy now…
- Make her happier…
- How?
- Release her…
- …
- Make the bottle of wine full of our memories and put it instead of the pet in the cage…
- What???
- Yes, that reminds you how much we used to like each other at some points in our lives…Although it was not in a same time…I think these memories should better stay in a cage...
- But it is so sad…
- It is not sadder than this poor pet...
- I will…
- When?
- She has already left…The cage is empty, you see?
- She should be happy now...Thank you...
- Why are you looking at me like that?
- Shall I stay?
- Yes, I love so
- I think I love so too
- Let’s go and sleep then…We are tired
- OK…Hold my hand...
- :)
- But before going to bed say e to show how much you love me
- e
- Again
- e
- I think I love you
- I am sure I love you too…
- We are dreaming, aren’t we?
- We are dreaming in our dream…
- So time is not important? You said so?
- Yes...
- So we might be dead...
- We might be, Or one of us...Or even we can be both alive but in different times...
- Whatever, I like what I have now...
- I just love it…
- Good night…
- Sweet dreams…
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Who was searching for the president in Tehran?

Gold can be found only in darkness. Surprisingly the same, human beings can reach to completeness when they can retrieve their shadow and make it conscious. I prefer to be complete rather than a good man (Carl Gustav Jung 1875-1961)

1.

Things are not always in the way that we want...At least we precept like that...That things are not in the way that we want...

Why do I have to be bothered and write about Searching for the president in Tehran?...

Maybe it is because of this incident:

Once I had a dream about a dead infant...I saw my beloved one delivering a dead baby....She was laying on the bed....I approached to her and held her hand....I told her no problem honey, maybe next time...But she cried and I kissed her tears...Nine month after (this time in the time-space we know as reality) a girl, I don't know if it was the same one, was sleeping in my bed and I was working on my thesis....When I looked at her, I remembered that dream after a long time....The dream was born again....

Sending for the president in Tehran: Well, it can be...but this is just part of it....Is there anything else you want to tell me?...More cases?....More tangible memories for our therapy?

2.

Maybe it was that time....It was a hot early July day...Tuesday, 4 PM, The Artists House, Tehran....The creative writing workshop....

I still remember the story discussed in the class...But it wasn't that important, I suppose....Just the thing after, made the whole....

- So you just write in English?
- Well, I try to...But obviously not always of course...
- What did make you to do that?
- Because we should narrate ourselves with the medium that can be realized by the others who are interested to our narration...
- So you don't consider any interest here, in your motherland?

After he left, I forgot his name...It has been just wiped out...That was the only thing I can't retrieve from that day...what was his name? Searching for the president in Tehran?

No, it can't be...This is out of question...

Searching for the president in Tehran: Never say that....What do you mean out of question? Sometimes I believe that you are kind of interesting guy....But you just disappoint me.... Let me help you a bit...I can remember that day when I was driving you back home....You were in MAC and I was driving my cab...You stopped me and asked me: Harborne, brother?

Brother is a word used either by Muslims, monks or hippies...You didn't look like any, but I took you...You were reading a book....I asked:

- What is the book you are reading?
- It is not a book, it is a report...
- What's that?
- Women enlightenment in Iran: The basis of the 1,000,000 signature campaign
- What is it about?
- About some paradox in the law
- Are you studying law?
- No, I am studying engineering...
- So, why are you reading that?
- Because...
- You know man, You like women, don't you....Let me tell you something about women....women like to laugh...I mean, real laugh...That's the only thing they want...And you are a successful guy if you can do so....By any means, I mean...
- ...
- Sometimes, you think you should write essays in philosophy rather than doing engineering...Ha? is that the case?....But well, I think you are not ready...Why we love at most, when we hate?...Why we are limited, although we are the whole? ....Never try to find the answer, young man....your answer will come immediately after you learn your question...

3.

These things are not attracting me anymore....I didn't answer you....You drooped my in Selly Oak...I went to my office to check my program's outputs....

Apart from the research that I am getting paid for, I am doing some other crap with my numbers...I don't tell it to my boss because I don't get paid for it...

Genealogy of numbers...An Introduction to simulation of history: Genetic Migrating Algorithms....Some issues in psychology of numbers....Number's sexual aspects: Different ways for crossover...

When I don't find something in the outer world, I look inside...Inside myself or inside my numbers....Maybe I've been raised like that...You childhood effects....But once, not long time ago, I find a Gene in one of my output files....It was obviously an odd one....We call it shining baby....That's why it has attracted me....I analyzed it the whole night up to the time that some one woke me up....

- You didn't sleep well last night, did you?
- I am searching...
- Who are you looking for?
- Searching for the president in Tehran...
- Is it your PhD about?

I opened my eyes...No one was there....A second after the door was opened...Nancy came in with her smile...

- Oh, poor son...You were again in the office the whole night...
- Hi Nancy...Who was in the office before?...Someone woke me up....
- I guess it is my duty to come first in your office to clean up....I am getting paid for that....Is there anyone who wants to get my job?
- No Nancy, I think I dreamt...
- Oh, sweat heart, you are so sleepy...

Nancy left and I checked out my results...I could have managed the retrieve the information of a birth:

Searching for the president in Tehran: Carry on, I am keeping notes....Just a moment, please....I have a patient for god seek, Miss Drinking Cafe in Paris....Are you stupid or what?....How many times I should tell you that I am not answering any phone whatsoever when I have a patient....Don't switch the calls here again little girl....Sorry...Continue...

4.

"Today is 20th of March 1918...It is 7:30 AM local time...Here is Tehran, BBC office, British forces head quarter in Iran...Breaking news...The head of Iranian Royal Army, General Reza Mirpanj, interviewed with BBC representative in Royal Palace, Golestan...."

- So there is no king anymore?
- Don't worry, this county without a king is like my woman without husband...You have a husband honey, don't you?...

Man told that and continued shaving his beard...It was just a couple of minutes before, when he had finished his morning singing in the bathroom and listening to the drops of water falling from the shower...Then like every other mornings, he had looked how water was drooping from his skinny body...Water had hugged the man like a baby...He remembered, like all the other mornings, his infancy...When he was in the body of his mum...He felt how the water was enjoying him in its body....Why can't his wife have this pleasure?...

They did all the treatments....They even had gone to Mashhad and asked the Saint over there to help them....They started to do charity for the poor people in order to convince God that they deserve a child....Only a child....but nothing....No baby....

- Watch out...I opened the window, you will get cold
Woman was in the kitchen preparing breakfast....The radio was carrying on the news...

"General Reza Mirpanj announced that a temporary government will role the country up to the time that the Parliament change the constitution to a Republic..."

Friday was out, in the street...With the same surprising similarity to all Fridays....A bird was flying above the carpet of snow and the fireplace was burning with the sound of the bird....

- Listen, I think there is something going on outside...

She looked at him...

Their house had a balcony opening to the street....Some days that the man didn't have the feeling to listen to radio or work, he was going to the balcony and looking to the street...He was waiting for a miracle but not in the street....His miracle was like a train which never passed the village...

- Hey, I am with you man, go and see what's going on...

Some people were running ...

- What's up? Why are you shouting at me?

He looked at her...

She was around her 60...Slim and beautiful lady but deeply smashed....Her lips and her eyes had the curve of every day crying....

- I don't know...

They looked at each other...

- Like always...you never know why you are like that....
- Maybe again a dead body? I bet they again found a shot one...

Man went to his room...He was working on his last book: The history of Iranian revolution in 19th century, book II, the Tabriz movement....He was trapped on the last section...It was nine months from the time that he started writing the last section...But even a line....Whenever he wanted to work he felled sleep and and a same nightmare repeating...

- Why me? People have 12 children in this village and we shouldn't have just a one??!! I know why she is like that....I know why we are like that....I know....I know...I knowwwwww....

The woman came in and said:
- They said they found a dead body under the bridge...
- What?
- A dead body under the bridge...Let's go and watch...
- Why?
- Maybe we know him or her..
- So?
- We can inform him or her relatives...
- Maybe we are the relatives, let's go...

They walked to the bridge...Almost all the village were there but it was absolute silence....kids had climbed over the tree and were looking down the bridge anxiously....

The woman asked a young lady: Who was it?
- I don't know...
- Was he or she young?
- I don't know...
- You couldn't have seen?

I could have seen it ma'am....The body was turning to blue...Told the young man beside the young girl...The girl looked at him, smiled and turned to red...

It was a baby, ma'am...It was a little baby...

Man took the woman and went to the other side...

- Did you hear that? He told me mum...
Man didn't reply

She continued:

- Now, where do they take it?
- I don't know
- Do you think that someone killed the baby? Or maybe he or she just went to play in the river and got drawn?
- I don't know
- We didn't ask for the baby's age...
- Do you want to take a rest for a while?
- I think they will find the parents...Poor parents...
- At least we are not the parents...
- I wish I could see it
- See what? It is just a baby...

Man looked at her...How she was beautiful 40 years ago....He was always wondering how she could deliver a great part of her beauty to this age....It was not long ago, when they were laughing in their bed to the boys in her class who fall in love with her....They knew even a father and son who were both in her class after 25 years and they had been both in love with her...

Poor village...But They had never cared....In their bed, they were the most selfish couple ever known in the village...The poor villagers could not have even imagined that, because simply they didn't have even a baby....That's why they were thinking that they had a chance with the woman....

But the chance was like a train which never passed the village...

He was always proud of that....His wife was the most attractive woman in the region and she had chosen him not because he was rich or landlord....When he was 23, studying law in Paris with the king scholarship, he came back and fought for freedom with Satar, the national knight and Bagher, the national hero....He was one of the first revolutionary guys who reached to Tehran....After a year, he started publishing a newspaper....Then after 5 years he became a member of Parliament....In 6 months time, he resigned and was sent to the military jail for a 10 years sentence....The judge was one of his soldiers during the revolution...If not, He should have been hanged....He came out after 6 years because his friends again came to power....But he never came back to politics....They went back to his village of origin to educate the kids...That was the only way to achieve freedom....But, they didn't have any of their own....Even one...

- I am with you man....Shall we go?....I want to see the baby....please...
- Let's go...It should be now with Dr. Amiri

- Hi, mrs. Ziba, are you sleeping well these days?...
- Hi, not really Dr., but I want to ask something else...
- Do you have any ache some where in your body?
- Dr. Amiri, I came for different reason....they found a body...Have you heard about it?
- Yes...
- Where is it now?
- In the works...They put it in the wood storage...
- In the storage? A baby in the storage? How cruel you are!
- You know Ziba, the parents didn't come up...What can we do?
- So what will happen?
- We will wait till tomorrow....If no one comes up we will bury the body...
- If no one comes up, may you give it to us?
- What??!!!
- We will bury the body...

We will Bury the body Ziba??!! The man said surprisingly...

- Yes, of course....We will bury the baby so we can love it like our baby....I already love it...Was it boy or a girl, Dr. Amiri?
- A boy, around 4 years old with blond hair....That's the only thing we could say....The body is completely smashed....
- You see man? You always wanted a boy....My mum also had a blond hair....Do you remember when I was younger, the time that you felled in love with me, I also had a kind of blond/brunet hair....You remember, don't you?...Please Mazdak...Please....maybe this is our last chance...

Dr Amiri was looking at them with a couple of eyes like saucers...But for him the time was stopped....Mazdak felt that he could have heard something...The train which never passed their village....

And then, it was Saturday....With the same surprising similarity to all Saturdays....The same bird was flying over the gray sky and they were walking over the carpet of snow which was imitating the sound of a crying baby....

- There are many names...But, at the end I like none of them...I want my son to have a unique name...
- But Ziba, he should have a name if we want to love him...
- OK, we will find a name...don't worry Mazdak...Come on...It is getting late...

Mazdak was carrying the coffin on his skinny shoulders....They were going to cemetery but they were not in black....They passed from the village square...A man took his hat off when he saw them....A lady closed the window when they were passing in front of her house....and kids were playing carelessly like always...

- Let's go Ziba, it's enough...you have cried for the whole life of our baby....Leave some when he is getting older....When we have real problems....With his education, with his friends, with his girlfriends....with his marriage...with his children...come on....Let's go...
- Take my hand my dear...

They were twisted together like milk and sugar....No one in the village, or even in Tehran, could have said which one was Ziba and which one was Mazdak...

- Now, it is for us Mazdak, isn't it?
- Yes honey....It is ours ...
- We have to put a stone on the grave...
- Ok...
- We have to find a name for him...
- We will...Let's go...

They were going back to the village like a unique body....it was Saturday evening....With the same surprising similarity to all Saturday evenings....It was lots of noise coming from the village....They thought that the villagers should have heard about the changing of the government; however, the ringing of the villagers' fear was not that high for them to not hear the train which never passed their village....

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