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.
13. April 2026
Everything around us glowed in golden-red tones, endlessly stretching under the watchful eye of a giant star called the Sun. A third of Iran’s territory is silent and uninhabited. Vast salt marshes rule here.
After sunset, twilight engulfed us — the red desert slowly faded and disappeared into darkness. We were approaching the city of Nain, still a few hours away from Yazd. We decided to stay there for the night. Another reason was the hotel — very old, built in a traditional style.