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In the evening entire families rush every green place armed with covers and samovar to enjoy their tea and their fellowship, a custom, the family, and an amusement, to talk, that we are going to forget. "Well, there is nothing more to do: in my country almost everything is forbidden" says me a boy with a melancholy smile.
Is impossible to stay alone: after a few instants a young wife in a perfect persian offers us some tea and invites us to have a lunch in her home the day after, writing her address in pharsi. That was the beginning of a strong frindship. |
