Almost none of my childhood friends live in Iran. It gives me a jet-set feeling 🙂
F& Z live in Geneva, R, C, F in Paris and Z & R are in Strasbourg. F & R ended up in Lausanne, M in Washington, S in Saint Martin, Antilles and MZ in New-York.
Among them R, thanks to her demanding family, comes over quite regularly. This seems a bit of an ordeal to her but for the time being she seems to have survived!
Another regular Teheran “habitué” is R. Fortunately he has also some family here and is devoted to them. He comes whenever he can for short visits and brings me F‘s news. S came once with his French husband and three beautiful kids, Z & R came this summer after 20 years for the first time, I was amazed to see their son in his late teens, speak fluently Persian and in love with Iran. I asked Z what’s wrong with him, apparently he was not even encouraged by his parents, but the grandfather, a former high ranking military, has been sort of subversive!
All the others have no immediate families in Iran. Most of us were students in Europe when the revolution occurred. Most never came back, others left the country.
We are all too lazy to keep in touch regularly, and our lives are different, but whenever we see each other it is as if we have never been apart. They have all shied away from showing up in this blog. Therefore I take the liberty to write whatever I want about them.
Last night through a forwarded email I found MZ‘s email – I didn’t even have her email address – I wrote a few lines. It didn’t take five minutes to have her reply, just as we had seen each other yesterday. I wrote back, late at night and found another reply this morning. I had forgotten how close she was. I had a good laugh, and was grateful once again to this great internet stuff. In her words, MZ lives in a sort of self-imposed exile in New York. Not the worst place to be exiled, you would say. In the last decades I have seen her once or twice.
We all live separated from things or people we love. In a way many of us are sort of strangers to our present lives, in exile. In our peculiar group, very few explored all the potential, most of us wasted our energies in confrontations with things out of our controls, or what we call among us our respective “Adams families” 🙂