Then, after a wet and nervous summer, in 2014 Iran happened in my life. I have often wondered if we choose our journeys, or if the road chooses us. In other words, is there any reason, any sense at all…

Then, after a wet and nervous summer, in 2014 Iran happened in my life. I have often wondered if we choose our journeys, or if the road chooses us. In other words, is there any reason, any sense at all…
If I asked for directions to an imaginary nudist club in Porta Palazzo, I would have undoubtedly received less confused glances. The thing is: I was not looking for exhibitionists. I was looking for a market stall that would sell…
Faravahar. Ahura Mazda. The Towers of Silence. Zarathustra, or Zoroaster, or Zardusht. Mazdeism, Vohu Mano and Ahem Nano. The Fire Temples. These far-fetched terms resound in my mind while I am trying to put together this new short story. This lexicon…