“Where are you from?” the elderly man asked politely, as my wife and I strolled through his small Iranian village in early May. “America,” I answered. “Wonderful,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and giving me the traditional three kisses on…
“Where are you from?” the elderly man asked politely, as my wife and I strolled through his small Iranian village in early May. “America,” I answered. “Wonderful,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and giving me the traditional three kisses on…