Nightmare grows

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Translation: This person is a doctor in "Zahedan", he says: "They shoot them from behind. The bullets were shoot from the back. If people were fighting, the bullets should have been shoot in their chest and the front of their bodies! You shoot a 13 years old child? Haven't you got shame? If I were you, I was scared to death! Swear to god! You are the dirtiest basterds of history!" . . I wakeup every morning at around 7 A.M with this thought in my mind that "I'm gonna make some art for Mahsa or Nika or .... "  I open my phone, I read the news and from that moment another cycle of requiem begins! New people, innocent, young and children were kelled by regime last night! My brain goes speechless, I only see death images, my eyes are wet and I look at the clock, it's 12 pm. Another lost morning. I keep repeating to myself; "Holding my breath 'til my lungs burn bright Finding myself in the light Feeling comfort in the pain Like ...
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No place for a traveler to be faint hearted

So I've seriously started my trip. This time the thing that makes a huge difference is that :
1. I had never seen Hamedan's rail station.  Well this is not at all how I'd pictured it! They established this station about 5 years ago yet the main building isn't complete! And we're forced to sit in a small waiting room. Lots of families with their children are sitting here, making noises also the weather is hot. So... not my favorite cup of tea...
2. I'm not planning to come back! In fact for this trip , I decided to rent a small room in Tehran and maybe work there instead of going back home.
So yeah... I'm making my statement a little more clear, independent and courageous. That's what makes it scary. And also I'm doing my best to become a true adventurer - staying away from nagging - 
-: So what do you say, facing our fate through thunderstorm and rain? 
-: I lllloveee it!

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