Watch a movie, I think.
In the intertwining of light, shadow and sound, I no longer have fever, no cold, no loneliness, no fear.
I am a person with no background. This is important.
No struggle, no pain, no love, no family, no job, no sadness, no life, no birth, no past, no future, just the 200,000 in the bag and the present.
Now, I am going to die.
Buy a death like death for 200,000.
I was driving around small towns in Iran. Bumpy roads, noisy streets. It is still a long search, the dusty road, the red hills that make the eyes dry, unbearable and desperate.
What else did I see? Games for children, soldiers in line.
I have nothing else to do. I am just looking for.
Find someone to bury me.
I know that all beauty comes from dirt. Therefore, dust to dust; dust to dust. I have to find someone to bury me.
And I have to drive. The car is where we can discuss.
You are all lively, intelligent and serious people who live like life.
I know you can all understand my pain, but no one can.
Why are you all so stubborn? I'm just asking you to call me Badii twice or bury me tomorrow morning. I don't need gravediggers I don't need missionaries If I need me what am I going to do with you? You have to bury me to save me. god? He dumped me along with that seminary student.
In the dumping of the huge dump truck, the mud and sand are poured down.
I see my end. I have been buried.
But where are you from? You old man who stuffed live quail.
Do you have a sick child? Great, take my money and bury my body. Everyone is Happy.
But why are you still telling me about your cherry tree, cherry fruit, and children?
"Life is like a train, it's always going.
Then it's the end of the road, and that's the end.
Death is waiting at the end."
Anyway. You said yes.
I am relieved. You won't help me.
It's getting late. render color. A town full of smoke. The couple who asked me to take pictures. Life picture.
Which moment is this? Make my heart tremble a little?
I can't wait any longer! I have to find you. you old man.
I brake hard and turn around. "Hi! What's the matter with you, are you in a hurry to die?"
Yes. I'm rushing to die. But who's to say I'm not in a hurry to give birth?
"When you buried me in the morning, remember to throw two stones at me, maybe I'm still alive!"
"I'll take three with me." Hehe. You old bastard.
The taxi has left. I've already run out of sleeping pills.
night.
Silent night. lonely night. cold night. Windy night. A dimly lit night.
I lit a cigarette. Look.
It's thundering. what am i waiting for?
Throw away cigarette butts. Jump into my end.
I must be very peaceful. I have my back against the ground. A bright moon finally disappeared between the clouds.
dark.
thunder.
Badii closed his eyes in the lightning. the same with me.
dark.
Like a blackout night that makes me go through darkness and death in my heart.
The wind stopped.
It rained.
That only soundtrack disappeared from my ears. It's me and your voice coming back.
Abbas, why do you have to come forward vaguely to remind me that this is just a story? Even if you are clever.
How great would it be if I could give up the story and give up the picture like you did?
On one side is eternal despair, on the other side is the fragrance of cherries. Life and cherries, which is more important?
I had to stretch out my palm and keep the waiting gesture.
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