It’s my first post since 20th March. I was in dire need of it terribly. It was really a very interesting long weekend that I had turning round Belgium.
I have busied myself since this half hour ago with Philip Roth’s The Plot against America. I’m listening to Masoud Fardmanesh’s 7th Hekayat: a mind shattering kind of saddening Iranian music. I’m almost half an hour away from Leuven, the city where I have made my life for the last 7 months. Belgium is my homeland and I can’t think of another place as my homeland. Iran is only a far shadowy murky mire land for me, I don’t even know when I’ll get back there and would it be forever or what?
Noori, Nasanin, Mehrshad and his beautiful lovely wife made a good weekend for me. They even made a proposal about ….
Track 1 of this cd is killing me. Oh mine….

Negare man rafti to az kenare man
Wai az mano in dele bigharare man
Rahmi kone khoda be roozegare man
del nagaroonam ke ze yadet beram
nemire in ghosse dighe az saram
yadam bemoon ei mehraboon
yevaght nashi namehraboon

Hame raftan kasi ba ma namooondesh
Kasi khate dele maro nakhoonedesh
Hame raftan vali in dele maro
Hamoon ke fekr nemikardim sozoondesh

Shaba ke tanha tooye rahi
Mahve negahe oon setarehaii
Yadet bash ke yaret ye gooshe neshaste too tanhaii