Persian Architect

I don’t know the reason which has caused me not to write in these few monthes. Since I have come back to Iran so many things has happened in my life which is somehow shaping my future, ideals and outlooks on life.

To be honest I still find it hard working here, for nothing is what it seems. At times I think other than having your own personal proffession one must have a mixed knowledge of psychology and some detective work in order to be able to work with one’s own countrymen.

From now on I will try to share more of my life and my surroundings.

I come to you with an heavy heart tonight. I wish ….

It was the most memorable night of my life, thank you.

God looked into his secret heart
to find a word
To bless the living throng below.

But look and look as he might do
And begging ghosts to live again
But hearing no song in that room
He found with harshly burning pain
He had no blessing to bestow.

by Harold Pinter