Tochal Last Friday, 7:08 a.m.
I used to think that Tehran's air pollution was responsible for, among other things, people's hopelessness. I held that if the air cleared up and people could only see the mountains surrounding Tehran everyday, they would find new resolve to live, because you couldn't see those mountains and not want to live, to smile, to love. Living elsewhere and deprived of it all, I would say today that just knowing that those mountains are still there, the city underfoot, and the millions of people inside, even if I can see none of them right now, gives me the will to live to see them again, all that makes my Tehran, the city I love.
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