This Tuesday afternoon I am lucky; I returned early from the office to my hotel in the centre of Tehran. The hotel is situated in Enghalab Str. and on walking distance from the Grand Bazar of Tehran. The pedestrian area with the small shops and the Imam Khomeini Mosque are in this area too.
It’s busy in this area, I smell the flagrances, see numerous shops selling nuts and the number of shops selling shoes is overwhelming.
Local street life is beautiful; small groups of men are discussing, playing domino is done with a lot of emotion and in the bookshop is the owner handing over a book with a big smile to a client. I see a man reading the newspaper, six people have a great discussion with a shop-owner and young kids are playing on a statue close to the fountain of a place.
I take a fresh melon juice and the taste is just great and I cannot resist taking another banana juice. Sitting between locals under a tree and sipping from the juice gives me a feeling of being home.
A few moments later I local men is informing about my country of origin and my opinion about Iran. He also shares his own opinion of his own country with me; in the meantime looking around.
I realise myself that besides of having the feeling of being home the impression is very good; people are friendly and I do feel their warmth.
Finally I return to my hotel, without having bought a carpet.