Tower of Silence, Yazd, Iran 6th Januray 1998
There's a history. I was standing in the center of Persepolis.
It has been watching every changing incidents
all through these thausand years
but never said anything.
There's a lonliness.
I was standing at the shore of Caspian Sea.
Waves come from many countries.
It seems this lake pretends as an ocean,
but never can be an ocean.
There's a silence.
I was standing at the top of Tower of Silence.
The cold wind blows me away.
The cold wind fleeze my mind,
and never be able to be melt.
written on 29th January 1998 in Iran
and revised today.
The things are maybe different there now
so I revised and cut out most of the original parts.
Iran is a beautiful country and the scenery are diverse,
and people are very friendly.
I was stupit enough smoking cigarrettes on the street
during Ramadan and a man shouted at me and asked me
not to smoke, but two university students I became friends
were with me and they almost got fight due to my cigarrettes.
My friend told the man that I am a foreighner so it is ok...
but I should have not smoked in public during Ramadan.
