Happy birthday, Sis. Part3

My first time in “Golab darre” and It was such a cold wet weather that every body started complaining very quickly. We walked upward a little like an hour or less and we reached to a very small place that we could get hot tea if it wasn’t an unpleasant weather but we were lucky that the guy was sleeping in his small cabin so that we could wake him up for a tea and hot water. He gave me a bottle and asked me to fill it up if I wanted him to boil it for me. All the guys were talking and joking so I was the only poor Cosette who had to go and fill the bottle from the source among the snow. It wasn’t far away though.

We had the tea and we headed up after that but our clothes and socks were all wet and we were extremely cold. After about half an hour we saw a bower and we decided to stay under the bower and make our fire. I could see a small house close to the bower so after unsuccessfully trying to fire our wet coal we decided to take a look inside the house. There were 3 men in the house and also a fire place and they kindly offered us to go in and warm ourselves up. Finally we went in by turn, four or five people at each time to dry our clothes and warm ourselves. We took the flame from them and lightened our fire and started to put the chickens onto sticks. Everybody brought chicken two or three times more than what they actually needed because they thought that there might be someone who didn’t bring any. In brief it was a lot of food that took hours to be eaten. The trip started to be very fun. I went inside the house with my sister and two other guys plus the new dude. We started talking for the first time and we exchanged our names and some information and I realized that he is in our school a year older than me and almost has the same birthday as me. I noticed his nice smile with all of his well-arranged teeth. I burned my socks while we were talking.

I don’t recall how we got to the subject of broken legs and head and everybody was telling their stories about how they broke their leg or hand and in my turn I said I have never had a broken part in my body, and then he jumped in and asked :" not even your heart?" And I thought for a few seconds and confidently answered:"No, not even my heart". I believe that was the time when he decided to break my heart so that I would have a broken part in my body like other people and I wouldn’t run out of broken-part-stories in such occasions. I have to admit that my heart was so soft that it took 6 years for him to be able to break it in pieces.

This picnic was one of the most amazing trips I ever had during my school time. I discovered many of my current best friends which was the best outcome of a single day. I am glad I kept the memory fresh in my mind every year because it was my sister’s birthday, and of course the day I met the first man I truely loved, but hopefully not the last.

I am sorry it was not a story worthy of sharing with other people; I did decide and like to write it down, while I am trying hard to forget all about it, because I believe it lays here forever so I can get over it without any concern.

Happy birthday, Sis. Part2

In Tehran, it’s not a normal weather condition to have snow in November but specially our Thursday turn out to have a freezing rain in the city and snow on the mountain. In the morning my parents told us not to go, nobody will show up and you can’t make fire in this rain for your kabaab. I had to go on my appointment with friends because I was the one who called everybody and invited them. There were some people invited whom I didn’t know but their names. Someone was invited whom I didn’t even know his name.

Finally we were there and surprisingly many of our friends showed up one by one and I was very happy. We were in “pole Tajrish” waiting for the new guy who were lost somewhere in Ghods square. We discussed if this is a good idea to go on in this weather or not and we mostly agreed that we are here now and lets go for it to see what will happen. The distracted new dude finally found us and we jumped on a minibus to go to “Golaab darreh”. He was very tall, and although I wasn’t very happy with his absent mindedness, I gave my seat to him so that he wouldn't have to bend all the way. That was my first favor and the begining.

To be continued..

Happy birthday, Sis. Part1

I can’t believe it was seven years ago. I was in second year of school and just found some friends that I really liked to hang out with. I and S. wanted to arrange a mountain climbing trip with many people on some Thursday which was accidentally my sister’s birthday.

My sister and I are a year and half apart but we are so much different that we hardly ever attend to each other’s friends get-to-gathering. She is not an outgoing, nature lover, camping trip material whatsoever. I knew my mother would never permit me to go out with my friends on my sister’s birthday so the plan changed slightly and I started to work on my sister and convince her to go with us. I agreed that it is gonna be more like a picnic trip rather than a “mountain climbing” which sounded so stupid to her. We managed to invite some of her friends so that it would be more fun for her.

I remember that with all these compensations, she didn’t give me a “Yes, I am going” until the day.

Since we were not supposed to go up, we needed to spend our time somehow so we decided to cook and eat. “jooje kabaab” could be the most time consuming food we could make. I had invited about 20 people and S. had invited about 10 people and we told everybody to bring his/her own chicken, stick and bread.

To be continued..

Confused

Shoot, my blog's birthday passed and I didn't even notice.

I pay 25% of my salary for taxes!!!! Is it the same in all the states? I was so disappointed when I see my first payroll. The first thought that crossed my mind is that what am I doing here? I am not gonna live in a lower standard of life than how I was living in Iran. This is not so gonna happen. Oh, God. I should think about it.

I miss home a lot.

Yes, employed

The longest week ever has finally passed and I am in my first official weekend. That feels good.

Every city has its own system. I can't find a house or an apartment in Houma to rent with my experience in Gothenburg, St.john's or Tehran. I am disappointed to be able to find a decent apartment here. There is nothing.

I got my first check and I put it under my pillow as a friend of mine suggested. He said it takes a week to be doubled and I was so proud of him because he asked me if I am happy instead of asking the value of my check. I hate when people even the closest ones like my mom ask my salary. She never does though. I mean it’s a very personal question; I never dare to ask anybody. Even when they ask mine I am shy to ask them back or to say it’s not any of your business. I would tell if I wanted to. It’s kind of funny and I hate to say that it’s all about Iranians but when I said I found a job to any of my friends if my salary wasn’t the first question, it was definitely the second one.

Anyways, I bought a bunch of flowers for my land lady. No more people are around to celebrate with. I wish I could buy something for my parents.

My boss gave me a task which I really didn’t think it was easy but then he smiled at me and said:”You are still in kindergarten, babe, but we are gonna get you out of it”.

I attended to the mass this morning and I should confess that all religious ceremonies are extremely similar and stupid.