Chats on the Road #3
Iran, Isfahan, the Khaju Bridge
A young women in nearly transparent shawl on her head, covering merely a high bun, Us.
Hi, welcome to Iran!
(Not surprised anymore, cause those welcomes happen several times a day) Hi, thank you! We really like it here!
Really? That's great! Where are you from?
Justyna is from Poland and I am from France.
France is so beatiful. The land of fashion, you can dress there the way you like, right? You are so lucky, you don't have to wear those awful shawls.
I admit they are pretty annoying to wear, but I think they make Iranian woman very charming.
(Constantly moving and manipulating her shawl) Thank you, but I hate those shawls. I take it off whenever I can.
The more and more young Iranians are against this obligation, right?
Yes. (and she adds all proud of herself) You know, I have already been three times in jail for not wearing my scarf properly. But I would always get out the next day.