We sleep in Bavanat at Abbas Barzegar. A man with a vision. He was a farmer with little land. When two Germans on the motorbike stayed at his mud house and paid him generously for the excellent food and lodging, he was shocked. For this money, he had to work for weeks. Now he has got 27 acres of land, cows, sheep, chickens, a greenhouse, a guesthouse and a shop in the city. Theres even a documentary about him. According to Abbas has even won an award in Holland. Obviously he want to show it on his laptop. It is a kind of movie in which he plays hisself. Hilarious. He is hyperactive and gives orders to all family members and permanent jobs. Efforts should be undertaken according to a fixed schedule. His daughters aged 11 and 13 do the financial part and the small museum. He also plays traditional music. His son Ali lazing lot and should the sheep herding. He is in the field with dancemusic and has quickly lost the herd. Who fanned out completely and Abas runs in panic the sheep and scolds his son. Abbas has a stress load. Today even more than other days. For two days president Rohani will visit with his entourage the place. Just like the previous president did. And that is not a funparty. Today security guards check the safety. The president will come with 100 soldiers protecting him. For clarity, they dont pay anything. Soldiers call for weeks daily that no other guests may be there. Refusing is no option for Abbas! He laments: it only costs money and he gets nothing in return. He even has to rent chairs and tables, install tents etc. The last time the soldiers had his whole orchard and vineyard eaten. As Abbas says, like a swarm of evil birds. In the evening Abbas lights a fire and install the water pipe with fresh mint. We peel the pistachios. First we pour lime juice, mixed with salt, into the pan. And then the pistachios it, stir well and then roast - delicious! Along the way we see the tents of nomads. They are of the Khamesh minority. They pull in October from the mountains to the valleys. It is too cold and it snows. We visit their black tents. Talking is difficult, but the kind daughter speaks a few words of English. After a while the son with his sheep return to the tents. They go into a corral because of the wandering wolves. Occasionally you can hear them howling at night. They are very nice and open people. We give them a bag with pistachios and they are delighted with it. We can taste their fresh plums, and the sun-drying super sweet plums. It is fresh and the old woman makes a fire in the tent. The flames shoot up and the question is whether the tent does not ignite. But they see no danger. The canvas is made of gross, coarse wool. It takes two women a half years to complete to make the big tent. After a while we say goodbye to this very kind family.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 06:51:36 +0000
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