Smooth It is one of those cold afternoons of Tehran, I am in a restaurant after so long, ordering a pizza and happy for they have a vegetarian one. There is a couple sitting next to me, they are very young. And the other table three ladies. Different ages. This might be a station where people come to eat after work, or during breaks. Its not a big restaurant. Only fast food. The couple seem to be new to each other, they talk formally. An old man comes in, with a huge bag of plastics. He I wearing decently, a gray white suit. He doesnt say anything, just walks in, looking at peoples eyes. I ask if he likes pizza as I have finished half. He asks many times if I really am full; I say I am, and that, the other half is his. He requests a box from the cashier, and a can drink. He know has a meal, prays for me to have luck in my life and keeps talking. Walks outside the shop and I come after him. This bench is cold, but I dont have any plan to move. I am happy, for ye old man, for those three ladies who kept staring at me, and for the young couple. I am also happy that I am freezing and trying to sense this coldness that I want to break into heat. It insists to remain cold and get stronger. I also love this afternoon, and the boy who is sweeping the street. Slowly. Feb 2013, vali asr street
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