When there is snowing, snowing in Tehran, it reminds me Theo Angelopoulos, it reminds me "the suspended step of the stork" it reminds me " weeping meadows", it reminds me Eleni's themes, I don't know why, I don't know how, I miss living! I miss crying when snows!

I watch snow from my window, in the 19th floor, in tehran, everywhere is white, all of this black city with all of it's black people, it's snowing now again, what a heavy snow! but I think with myself, why I'm here yet? what I'm looking for? most of my friends have gone, europe, america,... what's waiting for me? snow shot?bullet?

It's snowing, and I miss Farhad, I want him to sing again! I want to hear him singing "Barf"(snow), but he has been slept in Paris, and I miss Paris, I don't know what  I'm donig here, but I know I won't go anywhere without my love! I'm here, in this damn city, watching the snow that covers anywhere, and I miss so many people, so many things....