In Mashhad I got adopted.
Off the beaten track
A handful of my experience
By sunset I arrived to a slaughterhouse.
Treasures of the desert
The desert is the most beautiful.
In the city of wind towers
On the twenty-third day of the month dei thirteen ninety-five, dating from Mahomet’s migration from Mekka, I entered Iran and the East at the same time.
In the world of vibrant bazaars
Sandy and mosaic Kashan