It was a warm afternoon. Aqaamu, reminded Jafar Aqa, the driver of the van, for the last time. Habib and Khudadad had sat in the van and were removing the bundle that was their souvenir from Tehran. Aqaamu said to the children: Don't be tired, send m ...
It was a warm afternoon. Aqaamu, reminded Jafar Aqa, the driver of the van, for the last time. Habib and Khudadad had sat in the van and were removing the bundle that was their souvenir from Tehran. Aqaamu said to the children: Don't be tired, send my greetings to everybody. I will come after doing my odd jobs. The children had held the rod of the van with their hands. The van went and they looked at the city for the last time. A warm wind petted their faces. The van went out of the city little by little...
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