Yazd - now with police
We have stopped handing out copies of our letter the Iranian president. After spending three hours at the Yazd branch of the police that deals with foreigners -- we also agreed not to raise the flag in the streets. This despite that the officers liked our letter very much (but declined our invitation to be added to the list of signatories) – also the look of the flag they found beautiful, but the problem with it is that anyone is able to read his own meaning into it. Nice sight -- watching adult men examine the tiny, tiny pin at length, discussing the make-up. Finally – we have an audience that takes us seriously!
Headquarters in the old part of Yazd, in a mud-built compound, with a nice cosy court yard outside the main office. As officers looked through hours of tapes with two men, box, and flag, the real two men had plenty of time to make use of the table tennis facilities in one corner of the yard – of course as always immaculate in their suits. An improvised tournament saw the smaller of the two men beat officers of all ranks (two junior officers and the kitchen boys), sporting a flashy Chinese technique. Later bored of his ineptitude in table tennis, the taller of the two fetched the football from the car and challenged the kitchen boys to a game around the fountain in the court yard.
We were told that our audience was not limited to Yazd, our act had been seen from we set foot in Bandar Abbas, and audience awaited us on our tour further northwards. After a lot of parleying and calls to HQ in Tehran, we were finally allowed to keep our tapes and continue the journey to Isfahan.
The youths – Linkin Park fans -- we met in Yazd had also been held for questioning. They later called to tell us they had decided not to go with us to Isfahan.
I gave the senior office my card and Iranian cell number but he didn’t offer his.
Headquarters in the old part of Yazd, in a mud-built compound, with a nice cosy court yard outside the main office. As officers looked through hours of tapes with two men, box, and flag, the real two men had plenty of time to make use of the table tennis facilities in one corner of the yard – of course as always immaculate in their suits. An improvised tournament saw the smaller of the two men beat officers of all ranks (two junior officers and the kitchen boys), sporting a flashy Chinese technique. Later bored of his ineptitude in table tennis, the taller of the two fetched the football from the car and challenged the kitchen boys to a game around the fountain in the court yard.
We were told that our audience was not limited to Yazd, our act had been seen from we set foot in Bandar Abbas, and audience awaited us on our tour further northwards. After a lot of parleying and calls to HQ in Tehran, we were finally allowed to keep our tapes and continue the journey to Isfahan.
The youths – Linkin Park fans -- we met in Yazd had also been held for questioning. They later called to tell us they had decided not to go with us to Isfahan.
I gave the senior office my card and Iranian cell number but he didn’t offer his.
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