This morning, I wanted to solve some tasks:
Fixing the gears and the mirror of my bike, get a printed version of the current information sheet Negin had made (but I will keep my original one from Parastoo, of course!), buy something to be able to make Grießnockerlsuppe in the evening, some other food stuff and a tooth brush (the old one will go into cleaning my chain), get small steel springs for adapting my AA charger to AAA batteries and a kind of generic to my “Vitawund” healing salve.
So, in a bike shop the gears got fixed, but the man also had not the fitting screwdriver for the mirror. When I was looking around, what shop could have some of these items, a man with a bike approached me and started talking in German (because he had seen German writing on my shirt, but normally this would not be enough for talking German, he knew it because of living several years in Berlin) and asked if I would need any help. He and his friend went with me to another bike shop (apparently bankrupt and now empty) and as next option they found a garage where they could fix the mirror (my ideal solution would be to change the screws, so I can do it by myself, because it will not last forever). Then they helped me to find a shop for my printout of the Iran information, we made another of my too-fast-done-photos together
and they went to Vakil Bazar (they had invited me to join, but I had been there the other day and also wanted to back home at 1) At the way home, I could buy some items from my list,
interesting, what you can buy open at the street!
so only the steel springs, the healing salve and changing the mirror screws are open for a next tour.
Nikoo enjoyed playing her guitar in front of the mirror with open strings and wanted to bring it to school to sing a song and accompanying herself.
When I showed her something to do with the left hand, she was very skilful but after that she said, she will not bring the guitar to class, because playing is harder than she thought.
I feel a bit sorry for that and at the same time I am surprised about her way of thinking and her self-assessment that is more self-critical than I had expected and than necessary.
In the evening, the family (except Negin, she had university until 8) went to the tomb of Hafes, a beautiful place crowded by people who seek inner and outer peace and those looking for best selfie positions.
We tried to find both – and Amir, who ran around keeping his parents busy…
At the exit, we met Negin and the youngest brother of Arash, Hamed, with Felor and their sons Mohammad and Ali.
Hamed is skydiving instructor and maybe that is the reason why he aso is specialist in throwing screaming kids high in the air (and catching them again).
We went to a fast food restaurant and Mohammad and Ali asked funny question about me. And I again ate pizza in Iran (in Isfahan and Shiraz – both places more famous for other things)
