I was born in Iran, sometime at the end of winter 1967. It is like it was yesterday. Everybody celebrating and happy, and I am sure that they all were blessed. It is always like that, for all of us. And suddenly everyone disappears. Where do they go? Haven’t found the answer yet.

I enjoy taking pictures so as to understand there are different points in the same things, reading books that make me ponder, learning languages that makes me connected, traveling, music, and soccer that is the main thing I had and kept me clean in my teenage life. My life today, it is not so much different than yours, almost the same story, just different look. Man, I just realized how much I have done even if it feels like everything begun yesterday. Some of them maybe good, some other maybe bad, I can’t really say it. Which is ok, because it is the only thing I try not to do anymore, the judgment. As usual, I keep the rest for myself for now.

Iraj