The first day of the year and the last I'd be in Iran were spent strolling around and in a way "saying goodbye" to those places I held so closely to my heart ... I walked up and down in various different directions, as if to try "numb" myself and retain as many images as I could before leaving ...
That last meal with the family was as silent and painful as expected, despite the fact that in my heart I knew I'd soon be back ...
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