On the way to office I have chosen a new route. It is quicker and cheaper. But the problem is the insecurity in parts of the way, I mean there is possibility of accident with cars. I thought if some of top city officials were used to walk, there may be less messy path for walkers.
Just close to my destination, there are busses and minibuses always parked. One of them has a sign on it written in Chinese characters (or ideographs). I have seen this sign on many cars. Interestingly at all times affixed upside down. I should explain I know a bit Japanese writings which are in some ways like Chinese. This time I saw two men talking near this minibus. For a short while I waited with the hope to find the owner of the vehicle. Fortunately one of them was the owner. I asked him if he knows the meaning of the sticker put on his car. "No", he said. I reminded him it is up side down. He said, "Really? I did not know it. Let's have breakfast". He said this while pointing to the bread he was holding. I continued walking, the next car had a machine made carpet depicting Fardin, the most famous cinema celebrity during the Shah's era on his chair. The super star who was not allowed to act rest of his life after the 1979's revolution. He was one of the few well known movie celebrities who did not escape the country after the enormous changes that reaped the country in all aspect of life mainly culturally. And no one really cared for his years of absence in the Iranian cinema there after. Until his death that media talked about him and some folks like this bus driver remembered him by putting a carpet portraying his picture –captured while in fame- on his seat. Another minibus had a French flag sticker on the side window and two Persian soldiers on the door.
In the evening when I came home I found the atmosphere unusual. Little by little my wife and my son started to explain what had happened. My wife had been shopping in a grocery and bought some goods and the shop keeper gave him chocolate instead of her change. My wife did not want to accept a chocolate replacing her money and the shopkeeper got angry and did not want to sell her anything at all. She came home angry and my son together with his friend went to the said shop to discuss the matter. Now I was frozen for what I was hearing. What went wrong in my family? Or better to say what is happening to this country? I just was thanking God that nothing serious happened. How about if they involve in physical contact? How about if they end up in police station and what if one of them get hurt and… etc.
When I started my day I never thought my day may end like this, even though everything should be expected living in a country like
