Rasoul had to leave early, the rest of the family could stay at home as Thursday equals Saturday and school is off. So, after a (too) big breakfast,
Parastoo went with me to city center. We took a taxi. You pay a fixed price per person, so we together pay double. And the driver looks for other passengers and he found a man for the front and later a woman. Parastoo was sitting left and I on the right, so I guessed the woman would get in from the left, but she didn’t care if she was sitting next to me. Parastoo told me that this is common, another small lesson for me, who had read that e.g. a man and a woman in a car without being married could get in big trouble. If you want the car for yourself, you tell the driver and pay more.
We made our first stop at the Bazar. I had been told that Arak was only an Industrial city and less beautiful/interesting but compared to Qom I would prefer this bazar.
However, for me that crossdresser is as interesting as beautiful roofs and old courts (200-250y old) 
And although I was warned by Rainer and Kerstin (day 054), I still was a bit shocked to see a book with swastika 
We walked on to a sports shop to replace my lost glove. For grandpa I wanted to find a kind of squeeze ball as I am convinced that he could make at least some progress with more frequent training.
Our next stop was the ethnographical museum.
On the way, I saw a man throwing a paper cup in the trickle between street and sidewalk and could not help exclaiming my displease. He just said to Parastoo that i have no idea about tradition. At least this comment made me laugh again 🙂
Then we came to houses that had been part of the former Armenian quarter.
I hope everybody knows that I have not the slightest sympathy with any dictatorship and the least with a religious one. The more am I embarrassed to find more traces of tolerance against other cultures and religion here
than in my “open-minded” country, Austria. And when I think about that disgusting hate-speech of those awful fools who are responsible for our government AND vica versa !!!) I am deeply happy about my facebook pause.
As a nice ending to our excursion, we made another stop to drink fruit juice. We went back to the square where most taxis wait. There was one with two passengers inside and the driver shouted “our” direction. So, without waiting we could go. On the way, The driver stopped to buy cigarettes.
At home, I gave grandpa the squeeze ball and he did his best. I hope he will continue…
After another (you know: too) big lunch I tried to continue writing blog, but I was so tired that I fell asleep while sitting. So, Fatimeh prepared a mat for sleeping and that’s what I did for at least an hour.
Rasoul came home earlier (you know: Thursday~Saturday or in case of our 5-days week, Thursday equals Friday), we ate cake (I don’t know where my body found place to store it) and decided to hit town again at 6pm. Rasoul, Parastoo and I took the bus. I would even have not found the station.
after we had reached this ice cream shop we went back to one we had passed before to eat. And passed again this to go to the park…
…we were sitting on the same places as Parastoo and I were sitting in the morning after museum.
Fatimeh and her parents went by taxi to a park and we should meet them there to eat ice-cream. This was the plan as far as understood it.
But in realitiy we three went to the ice-cream shop while the others were in the park.
oldest mosque in Arak
Then Rasoul went off to buy onions and tomatoes while Parastoo and I went to the park. We shortly set down to make photos 
but 5min later, Parastoo and I should go somewhere to get a taxi, because grandpa started to feel cold. But the agency for the taxt was not there anymore, so we went back. Everything seemed a bit complicated and I didn’t know why, because when we were back at the park, 3min later an empty taxi stopped and we could go home. So, the original plan and reality were a bit different and I didn’t get the points when plans changed, but now I understand more about similar situations before – maybe it is not only a problem of language, when I am confused sometimes?
In the end it doesn’t matter, because a day has 24h and it is not so important with which experiences they are filled as long they are not bad.
In the evening, you could see an intergenerational, interculturally similar picture in the living room
Why I am not only generously hosted and spoiled, but also should deserve a present, I cannot explain, but I got those pens from this special family…
