Shams appreciates how I find joy in Iranian poetry and literature. He feels oppression when he starts to read, and hasn't shucked off the put upon reading in school. There's a kind of strictness in Iran, that would put off many learners--I imagine. I'm conscious of projections and stories preloaded in my head.
Turns out he lives north west of Mashhad in Golbahar. It's interesting the Iranian Wikipedia has more information than the English Wikipedia. It's 53km from downtown Mashhad.
We looked at Imam Reza Shrine, I'm learning how to present my laptop on Google meet. It costs $10.88/month to get the ability to have more than one person and to go past an hour.
We meditated for an hour. I'm restless from a soccer hangover. My team lost, and their season is done. Three months without my team playing.
Soccer is my worldly tether, watch sober now, but still get very excited, and excitement hangover the next day. Feel like rewatching The Cup (1999)
He likes The Office, I'm going to have to give it another try.
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