Written on December 14, 2017
NOTE: This post is automatically translated from Farsi using GPT 5.5
Sadegh: This is just my good luck! I have to spend the first day of Farvardin wandering around this godforsaken mountain looking for two madmen.
Saeed: Even up here the weather’s turned springlike, huh! Do you see the blossoms? Honestly, the scent of spring finds its way to you wherever you are.
Sadegh: We were supposed to be at my mother’s house with the kids for the New Year’s moment, for example. Now the kids won’t go there without me either.
Saeed: So how did these fools manage to notify the base?
Sadegh: How should I know, damn them! Their mobile must have had reception, obviously.
Saeed: Look here, this fire hasn’t been out for very long; they shouldn’t be much farther than this.
Sadegh: This “not much farther” could be two or three hours on foot. Don’t get your hopes up.
After about an hour and a half of walking, near sunset, the silhouettes of two people appeared before them, lying on the ground, drained of strength.
Saeed: We finally found them.
Sadegh: Let’s go faster so we can be rid of this mess; maybe I’ll still make it to New Year’s Eve.
When they got close to them, they saw that both were wearing black caps that covered their faces, and were waiting for them with handguns in their hands. They heard the sound of two shots being fired, and then fade-out. After some time — they could not tell whether it had been days or hours — they opened their eyes in the hospital.
Sadegh: Damn this dog’s life! To hell with these beliefs and this profession of mine, which have brought me nothing but trouble. If I had given up these beliefs fifteen years earlier, I’d have packed my bags and by now I’d be spending my winters in Florida and my summers in Venice. …
Saeed: Thank God. I’m still alive. I thought I’d lost Parsa’s wedding. How I’ve missed Maryam. Nurse! Nurse! …