The reporter asks the the blind "street performer" in Isfahan: What are you waiting for?
-Waiting? Waiting for What? I am not waiting for anything! Az di ke gozasht hich az oo yaad makon (When it's yesterday, don't recall it ...), Wating for what? Just live your life!
This is the Iran that will not crush under sanctions; that will not disappear under bombs.
This is the Iran that will not succumb to fascists; that will not become a country of consuming cadavers.
This is the Iran that grandmother left for us.
This is the Iran that we will leave for our grandchildren.
This is the country of wind, water, fire and dust.
Last time I was in Isfahan, I was with my British boss ... walking under the cloudy December sky. Music played afar. Night was mild. A group of young boys were dancing in one of the vaults of the bridge (33 Pol). We went to Iran to prove Bush wrong that Iran was the country of fanatics that deserved bombing and sanctions. He stopped; sighed, stared into zayandeh rud and said: "I will go back; smack them all colleagues of mine and tell them get off of their asses, get their visas and come here to see it for themselves ... Iran defies all imagination."
It does ...