“You must be nuts,” says the woman from the employment office to me. “You have no rights as a woman, and you must be careful not to end up in prison.”
Cool, I’m even more looking forward to Iran with such statements. With so many prejudices in my luggage, I am really curious. Matthias is now in lesson 16 in the Farsi course, I’m still messing with lesson 2. We have two guide books of Iran and a vague idea to go skiing and spend the night in a caravanserai (car park for camels). Personal contact in Iran? Check! Visa? Check! A hostel for the first nights in the capital? Check!
In Dresden: we have a subtenant, our apartment is decluttered. And we were often in the freebie shop and gave things away, sold old clothes and stuff on eBay (Kijiji) and had a lot of contacts with refugees, some of them had already taken things out of the trunk and carried them away, others argued over the winter jacket, which we didn’t want anymore…. You quickly become humble again how well you are doing – also financially. One more week… the clock is ticking. All right, let’s get this thing started.
