Arash had given me the location of another bike shop and that of his office and I planned a round tour for my GPS. After a while I saw that the tour was planned the other way around, so I had to find it partly by myself and all the time the GPS by enervating beep sounds was telling my how wrong I am. On the way I saw a shop selling sewing machines and thought they might have metal springs – and they had! Before I could even get out my purse, the man said: “No money!”
After this first success, I tried to get new screws for my bike mirror. In a shop for repairing vacuum cleaners, the man changed my screws.
the new screws had phillips heads and he changed them without taking any money,
but I was so happy about the new screws that I went to another shop to buy a cake and juice for him to say thank you. Then I went to my bike and saw that the mirror had new screw but was broken! (the screws were too long and came to or through the glass from the backside)
Esay come, easy go…
Well, in fact I was on my way to a bike shop, so I went there. On the way, a motor cyclist started talking to me in German. He wanted to invite me for lunch, take pictures and exchange contacts. Minutes after exchanging numbers, he sent me the selfies and some messages, but there will be no occasion to meet again I guess….
In that street, in the typical Iranian way, there was not one bike shop but one besides the other. The third of them had a mirror that showed some pros (good adjustable with simple screws, needed less space in the street) and cons (less view and shivering on the go) but in any case, better than a broken one or nothing.
Hafez street
60cm Santa Claus bought by a mother for her child in a confectionary (Shiraz, early October)
In the afternoon, Arash, Negin, Nikoo and I made went to the Saadi tomb.
..but first we created new Ice cream – let’s call it “sunken faloodeh” (my fingers are not that dirty – it is the brown part outside the glove)
Negin had her camera and we made some photos to compare the quality.
Arash’S first school, near tomb of Saadi
She won, of course ?.
Arash smiles: Sony (Martin) Arash earnest: Canon (Negin)
So if some photos look better than usual, then they are from her camera OR they are from Arash, who surfed an artistic wave and made all the other pictures from there.
from this perspective, I should stop eating… or in general?
I wanted to emphasize Arash’s artwork, maybe I did
After that, we went (along an illegal book seller with even more illegal books)…
ok, if Iranian have a nostalgy for their Shah R.P. it may have some reasons. BUT no excuse for Hitler!
…to Arash’s parents, remeeting also Hamed’s family.
Please note, that in Iranian households it is absolutely normal to use bikes when you are tired of walking those big distances in the living rooms.
We didn’t stay long, “only” for a tea with cake, then the fruits-section and an ash (soup/stew).
On the way home, we enjoyed the big sound in Arash’s car, listening to a wide range of Iranian music. (maybe video will be available in November)
At home, Nikoo wanted to ring at the door and I said, better not, because maybe Amir is sleeping, but instead, there was Amin, Shoreh’s brother, with Sara and their kids Sogand and Arsalan.
Two days before, we had been talking about the Austrian soup “Grießnockerlsuppe” that I would cook, but our schedule didn’t allow so far and I should do it now!
Well, I had tried to get the main ingredient, wheat semolina, and in the shop, they had attested that I had the right product, but when I opened the bag, it was very fine bread crumbs. Maybe better for me, because if I would have failed with Grießnockerlsuppe, I would have no excuse, now I had, because the dumplings that I now made, were only a emergency case plan B. They were too hard and the soup was much too salty,
but I decided to cook it from now on in that ways for everyone who wants to emigrate from Iran and tell them that this is how food is like in Austria and they wouldn’t have any other choice for eating.
mixed feeling come up when I read the name of a port – it shows me that I come nearer to the end of Iran time