Came back from Geneva today.
A fantastic time with my very dear ones we spent. Great connections that can cross the border of time and you feel it with all your heart.

Feeling Good

Let's put it this way, I've made one of my wisest decisions (I think) after putting A LOT OF thoughts into the matter.

This is no cliché:

Feeling and not feeling cheerful both are easy and fast to experience. You always choose which one is your preference since you have your reasons for each.
That's scary and promising at the same time:
-You can stay with your reasons
-You can choose

Moving in Tehran, Iran

It was different when we bought our first and last car in Iran, it felt like a grown up family, a husband and a wife with a car. We couldn't hold our hands passing through the streets of Tehran because he was driving at the time. We were not like a couple holding hands waiting for a taxi or walking the streets of Tehran, it was different.
We were the regulars there, at those places; to eat ice cream, very typical Persian cuisine and to wander a book store called "Shahre ketab" or "City of books" and as we got into the store we would get parted without realizing and we would find each other, sometimes with a book in hand or a funny card or a cool mug like the famous Mr.Behi's mug or nothing but news on what seemed interesting and we would get back to that thing again to show that to another one.
With the car then we had one extra step before getting into all those places: "Looking for a parking space" And if we could find one, it would be like an official permission to actually get into the favorite spots.
We couldn't hold our hands but I would put my left hand on his right shoulder on our way and we would listen to the music that we always made fun of their singers and the lyrics, nothing sophisticated about those music but great fun. Then this not holding hands part got compensated for a new interest; traveling by this car and with our own way for hours and hours inside Iran from the capital to the north of Iran or to the west to Shiraz. Smell of "Bahar narenj", since then, means Shiraz to my senses. Every where you go you will feel it if it's Spring in Shiraz. Last time the trip to Esfahan reminded me again and again the joy of moving and traveling inside Iran. And there are yet to travel, to see...
There is something unique about traveling in Iran, something different.

Words

I've always been repelled by these two:
The ones who do not talk. I feel I should fill the gap, that emptiness so I talk. And at some point I feel tired and also insecure and I give up.
The second ones are those who do talk and are not afraid of using any words with any tones. Usually they have no tolerance if you learn the way they talk, they're not pleased with tasting their own medicine.

Considering the fact that they are in minority, feeling healed must be doable after all.