Early this morning President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was gracious enough to grant me an interview out of his busy schedule. We spent 30 minutes talking about a wide array of subjects, but for the sake of brevity I will only give you the gist of the interview:
- As the result of any sanctions imposed on Iran this country will become a stronger nation
- Imam Zaman is managing world affairs and will soon appear and will bring justice to this world
- The recent volcanic activities in Europe and spread of ash in the sky is the result of European countries' cooperation with USA. He emphasized that if President Obama continues his bullying of the Islamic Republic, the same kind of volcanic activities will occur in the American continent.
I told him we don't see eye to eye in many points but I liked the new coats he has been wearing recently. Immediately after the interview I went to the nearest restaurant and ordered a sultaani with polo, maast va moseer, torshi, and salad shirazi, ate it and enjoyed it.
I am quite capable of having flashbacks, backward and forth. This part is a flashback to Thursday. On that day some twenty-two of us, men and women, went for a picnic in paark'e jangali'e cheetgar (Cheetgar Forest Park). We ate barbecued joojeh kabab, BBQ'ed tomatoes, polo, maast va moseer, freshly made bread, and many other delicious foods, fruits, vegetables, desserts, hot tea, and several different kinds of beverages, and enjoyed it. While we were there we, not me but others, danced our heels off. A couple of women of the family took off their head scarves while they were dancing and singing. Other people around us in the campground seemed not to care what we were doing, other than looking around and enjoying the pleasant day.
Flashback to the same day earlier, when we were entering the park, I saw many young couples sitting on park benches, touching, holding hands, gazing at each other's eyes, and hugging. Nobody seemed to care what they were doing.
After we were done with our picnic we picked up our stuff and loaded them in our cars, but before we left we congregated around one of the cars, opened the back hatch door, blasted music in the air, and danced some more, not me of course. I am phobic to dancing in public. I am sure there is a name for it, but I enjoyed the event regardless of my fears. Overall it was a great day. The weather was perfect. It sprinkled a little bit, but it never developed into a full blown rain. I wish Jane Goodall was there with us that day so I could kiss her again and talk to her about chimpanzees.
That evening I experienced the worst traffic jam I have seen during this entire trip so far. Thursday nights seem to be when everyone goes out. The air pollution became unbearable and I had difficulty breathing. Most of the dilapidated Paykan automobiles have been replaced with newer model cars, but not the Paykan pick-up trucks. Newer model cars, and city buses, must be the main reason why air quality has improved so drastically, relatively speaking. I have finally figured out how the kart'e sookht (fuel card) works. Every passenger car is issued a card for fuel. It is for three months, 100 liter per month. The card has liters on it, not money. You give the attendant the card, he pumps the gas and tells you how much gas you used, you pay it at 100 toman per liter, till your card has nothing left on it at that rate, after that you pay 400 tomans per liter.
Today I took a segregated bus to go visit two museums; I'll tell you about it later, but for now I want to tell you I was looking at those gorgeous women in that segregated section with awe. Several beautiful women from different ethnicities were all sitting in one place, and I was looking at them and smiling, and they were looking at my dental braces and wondering what the heck is wrong with that guy! And O yeah, the bus fare was 150 toman, which is paid after you get off the
bus. I gave my brother 50,000 toman (thinking it was 500 toman) to give to the driver. He looked at me and wondered what the heck is wrong with me.
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