The morning was about working (Nader) and writing/editing (Martin) with a short piano-session (with Araz). For lunch, we three went by bike to the grandparents and Nader bought a lot at a restaurant. Then Nader and I went to confectioner Rex to meet Rainer and Kerstin, as appointed somewhere in Armenia for this time and date. I bought some sweets as presents and we went to a café to chat.
A girl was celebrating birthday with friends and then she came to our table with pieces of her birthday cake to give them to us and take a picture. (Later Kerstin also wants to send me photos)
We went back to our bikes and went to the doctor that Nader’s sister’s school manager had contacted for my medical certificate. On the way I noticed that my chain again slips and by that also my trouser leg had slipped out the ribbon and gone into the chain (and since that, always slipped down as it is made of a very slippery cloth. So, my “good” trousers were dirty before we even reached the doctor. And there I had to see that my key, my last key of the bike lock (the first I had lost when leaving Vienna) was gone!
The doctor made some tests and filled up the form. He gave a slightly grumpy impression, not laughing at all or communicating more than necessary, but in the end he said that my friend had paid for the certificate.
Well, the key was gone, the bike didn’t work well, my trousers were ruined but I had the certificate and was a bit embarrassed not being able to pay for it or to know if the school manager had paid or the doctor just pretended so.
When I looked for the key also in my bike bag, I saw that one cover of a present was torn and the Halva powder had made a mess. But why exactly in this situation also my camera had to be outside the cover, something, never before had happened? Luckily, after removing the yellow sticky powder the camera still worked. At least something…
We went home, Maliheh had made another nice dinner, Araz and Sahand played nicely and then we went to Naser, Mariam und Amir (13y). We again ate a lot, the children played, Amir played the Kamaneh and the adults had two discussions. One was because of me, as Mariam loosely had covered her hair and Naser said, if she does it for religious reasons, she should do it properly. I don’t know her position but guess it was just a feeling. The second was between Nader and Naser and at a certain point I couldn’t watch it anymore and tried to interfere. This was then a very complicated situation, as Nader was at the same time party and interpreter between me and the family, especially Naser. After midnight, without a final solution (if there is any) we had to leave. As it was late, Sameneh and Sahand also slept in Maliheh’s apartment.