Tuesday, May 19, 2015

What keeps me sane these days is the dream of travelling in southern Iran in an old noisy bus that smells like burnt oil, on a road where there is dust in the air and palm trees on one side and the desert on the other side with few sad shacks and their rusty signs, and no one in mind to think of.

 

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