TV is on and I�m studying.. the worst thing I�ve ever tried to learn; chemical reactions which are exhaustingly similar.. Now a song of enigma, and it�s like I was looking for an excuse, I let it take me away from my chemistry book, to those years.. to my adventurous days.. or should I say nights.
I had a party, so many people were invited. Some of them were not even invited, but brought by others who were.
I met him for the first time there, he was my friend�s boyfriend�s friend and in my opinion the coolest creature ever.
But soon police came and arrested all of us, -you know perhaps that in iran having party in which men and women are together and music is there is against law- .That party became my crime, as I was the host. They kept us in jail over night, and then the day after that when we were in the office to answer all those ridiculous questions like why did you gathered together? What was your intention for that? �you mean dancing is not good enough for you? I was thinking all the time- they brought him in.
The chief officer at that time was a large man like all of them, but this one was the most famous one as well, everybody knew him and was scared of him.
He beat him in front of us, saying repeatedly "now see? I found you at last (cursing his name)"... and then cut all his hair, which made me angry not just because a man with long hair was not something you could see every day, also because that was a beautiful straight hair.
They gave me a �promised whip� for 30 strikes, meaning if I�m captured again, for any reason, first I�d be whipped then asked for what I�m there.
After they released us I started seeing him. He was a nocturnal creature, like I was being out of high school after a bunch of suspensions. And almost always surrounded by a thick fug of smoke suspending in his room, which was doubled when I was there. The room was black, and then he painted my room black too, on which I painted and wrote lyrics I liked with chalk.
We used to walk together at nights, and sometimes run or hide behind cars when a night watch saw us. After a while my friend and her boyfriend joined us. Those days my parents were so worried that almost couldn�t sleep. But I felt like my life was stolen from me, and honestly it could satisfy me pretty well to be exactly opposite of the expected model by revolutionary-traditional society (what a pottage!).
Although we stopped our nightly walks after a while, I did not change that life style till a long time, except a short interval that I started going to university ,art school actually (after getting my high school diploma at home). But I left after a short time, going back to �day sleeper�. Painting every night, it was like when the city started falling in sleep, my inspiration began to come in from the window. That was so magical. I wish I could live like that for one month at least again.. I will, some day�
In my whole life, instead these two years that I�m studying here, I barely can find ordinary days in my memory, and not a single thing makes me regretting, though on some of them I was beyond lucky� but now all of it seems like a faint dream....
I had a party, so many people were invited. Some of them were not even invited, but brought by others who were.
I met him for the first time there, he was my friend�s boyfriend�s friend and in my opinion the coolest creature ever.
But soon police came and arrested all of us, -you know perhaps that in iran having party in which men and women are together and music is there is against law- .That party became my crime, as I was the host. They kept us in jail over night, and then the day after that when we were in the office to answer all those ridiculous questions like why did you gathered together? What was your intention for that? �you mean dancing is not good enough for you? I was thinking all the time- they brought him in.
The chief officer at that time was a large man like all of them, but this one was the most famous one as well, everybody knew him and was scared of him.
He beat him in front of us, saying repeatedly "now see? I found you at last (cursing his name)"... and then cut all his hair, which made me angry not just because a man with long hair was not something you could see every day, also because that was a beautiful straight hair.
They gave me a �promised whip� for 30 strikes, meaning if I�m captured again, for any reason, first I�d be whipped then asked for what I�m there.
After they released us I started seeing him. He was a nocturnal creature, like I was being out of high school after a bunch of suspensions. And almost always surrounded by a thick fug of smoke suspending in his room, which was doubled when I was there. The room was black, and then he painted my room black too, on which I painted and wrote lyrics I liked with chalk.
We used to walk together at nights, and sometimes run or hide behind cars when a night watch saw us. After a while my friend and her boyfriend joined us. Those days my parents were so worried that almost couldn�t sleep. But I felt like my life was stolen from me, and honestly it could satisfy me pretty well to be exactly opposite of the expected model by revolutionary-traditional society (what a pottage!).
Although we stopped our nightly walks after a while, I did not change that life style till a long time, except a short interval that I started going to university ,art school actually (after getting my high school diploma at home). But I left after a short time, going back to �day sleeper�. Painting every night, it was like when the city started falling in sleep, my inspiration began to come in from the window. That was so magical. I wish I could live like that for one month at least again.. I will, some day�
In my whole life, instead these two years that I�m studying here, I barely can find ordinary days in my memory, and not a single thing makes me regretting, though on some of them I was beyond lucky� but now all of it seems like a faint dream....
....ok were was I.. reactions of phenols�
Painting: Starry night by Vincent van Gogh (aleihe ssalam)
Painting: Starry night by Vincent van Gogh (aleihe ssalam)
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