Entering to the road in desert, Mr. Daneshmandi’s bus is roaring and jouncing. This is the dirt road from Gramsar to “Ghasr-e Bahram”, A caravanserai in the middle of desert surrounded by national… Continue reading
In a place where there are no plants, no air,
the stubborn sunlight bursts upon the stones,
where no land or life is special,
Who says the leafless orchard is not beautiful?