I’ve been facebooking all day, since morning that I opened my eyes and updated my status by this dialogue:
The doctor: take one every night till the 10th week.
The pharmacist: do you want a pack of 30 or 90?
Myself: 90.
Me: don’t let me down…
...and the whole day went like this, about book donations, about Juliano Mer Khamis, about Spring Dance, about IPY’s announcement on Enduring
Though in all these hours one post constantly reappeared on Facebook LiveFeed: Bahareh Hedayat’s 30th Birthday, she is not much older than me, just a few months…I proudly introduced her to the audience last year on Iranian National Students’ Day, in the conference that IPY held at Delft University, Focus Iran II…I listened to her speech over and over…over the last year, I listened to her speech over and over…very soon after that speech she was arrested…
This – this contest and anything else that I do – is for her…is for him…is for you…is for me…I won’t let her hair turn to the colour of her teeth in prison…
Keep writing…
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