The strict dress code has, after all, influenced my attitude toward clothing. In Kyiv, after living in Tehran, I began to prefer simple and comfortable things. Comfort became more important than the desire to please everyone; I no longer wanted to attract attention on the street.
At the airport, we were met by an old friend who immediately asked, "What is there to miss in Iran?" I don’t answer—I know he wouldn't believe me anyway.
It turned out that there was, after all, a difference between Iranian women and me. They simply could not understand how one might not love gold. All our arguments about the fact that it was not such a profitable investment usually ended with my promises not to refuse expensive gifts. For me, this questionable asset had always felt like a burden.