18. July 2026
I am deeply grateful for this journey.
Listen to your heart. Don’t let the news define the way you see the world. Travel. Discover other cultures. Stay open to people and to life.
Because it is often beyond the familiar that we encounter the most meaningful meetings—not only with others, but with ourselves.
15. July 2026
Today, the family’s archive carefully preserves photographs dating back to 1943. Her grandson, Ali Tehrani, is the guardian of this priceless collection. Sadly, a significant portion of the archive was destroyed during the Islamic Revolution of 1979. Negatives depicting the Shah, photographs of women without head coverings, and artistic nude photography were all banned and subsequently destroyed.
03. July 2026
The farther south we moved through Iran, the more the landscape seemed to press back against us. Heat thickened the air until it felt almost tangible, as if the world itself had slowed. Only then did I begin to understand what it truly means when the thermometer climbs to 40°C (104°F)—not just a number, but a physical presence.
24. June 2026
One day, we were driving from Kish Island back to Tehran. It was during that journey that I saw southern Iran for the first time.
It is a part of the country that seems to have been forgotten by the world’s guidebooks.
Finding detailed information about its geography, culture, or traditions is not easy. Here, the only way to understand the region is to travel through it and see it with your own eyes.
15. June 2026
Modern Tehran is a loud giant. It greets travelers with choking smog in the winter, grabs them by the throat with hot air in the summer, and forces them to quicken their pace. It tests everyone who arrives here, demanding an honest answer: do you love it or do you hate it?
02. June 2026
The history of the Trans-Iranian Railway remains shrouded in mystery to this day. During World War II, it held strategic importance for many nations.
18. May 2026
To the rhythm of the wheels, vast barren stone mountains flickered past the window — giant titans, guardians of the Iranian plateau. From this side, the Alborz mountains looked exhausted by the sun and almost lifeless. Almost — because just a few dozen kilometers later, the train was already passing through ripe pomegranate orchards.
28. April 2026
On my knees lay a model of a gifted badgir (a wind tower — an essential element of Eastern architecture). It had been given by a native resident of an old traditional village of Kish, where every detail carried meaning and spoke volumes about the place. Inside, there was a warm sense of fulfilled joy from what I had seen — and a frightening premonition of an approaching large-scale catastrophe…
22. April 2026
“There they are!” our friend with the scar on his arm said, continuing to drive. “The Towers of Silence…”
A shiver ran through my body at the realization that these were indeed the very dakhmas, as they are called in Iran. They were already several thousand years old, and what stirred the imagination even more was their purpose — they had once served as burial sites for Zoroastrians.
22. April 2026
Ismail woke up in a hospital. He had been placed in the corridor with a shattered head. Struggling to remember what had happened, he silently began to observe what was going on around him.