Hiroshima Travelogue - Episode 14
We should have arrived at the train station about noon. We had some time to go for shopping before the train moved. We went to a mall we had not been able to see before. It wouldn’t open before ten so we idle about a little while. There was this 100-yen shop which sold everything from a washing mitt to a shovel at 100 yens. We turned about in the shop for an hour. I also sneaked in an Adidas shop to buy myself a discounted shirt. There were some other shops with x% off prices. I was beaten by the prices with the feeble currency I had with me.
As planned before, we headed to the Shinkansen Station. We were accompanied with our hosts. We received Mc Donald's again as our meal and departed in an ambience of kindness, respect and politeness. The train started its journey sharp according to the schedule and we were in Tokyo four hours later. The sun was about to set as we moved to Iran's embassy.
Having just arrived, we visited Iran's cultural negotiations venue. They said a ceremony was being held there on the occasion of Ramadan. The venue is located a little far from Iran's embassy in Tokyo. A number of Iranians living in Tokyo had attended the ceremony. There was not enough room for everyone. A two-man Iranian band played their instruments and sang songs for the audience. Later on, a Japanese band played a live piece. The ceremony's emcee, Iran's Cultural attaché to Japan delivered a speech and an Iranian reporter from Japan's N.H.K wanted to talk to me but I declined. They brought us Qormeh Sabzi (Persian herb stew) for Iftar and we started eating.
During our comeback I saw the Eiffel Tower once again. The Japanese have built a replica of the original French one in Tokyo. This is not all, they have recreated many western architectural symbols in the city from around the world; could it be for attracting tourists or for telling the world that they can, I did not figure out. Or maybe they intended to say that they enjoy whatever great things all others have.
My understanding is that such buildings do nothing to add value to Japan. A country whose cars have covered most of the streets in the world and whose cyber developments have occupied work desks needs not such unnecessary formalities.
Hedayatollah Behboudi
Translated by: Abbas Hajihashemi
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Tabas Fog
Ebham-e Tabas: Ramzgoshayi az ja’beh siah-e tahajom nezami Amrika (Tabas Fog: Decoding the Black Box of the U.S. Military Invasion) is the title of a recently published book by Shadab Asgari. After the Islamic Revolution, on November 4, 1979, students seized the US embassy in Tehran and a number of US diplomats were imprisoned. The US army carried out “Tabas Operation” or “Eagle’s Claw” in Iran on April 24, 1980, ostensibly to free these diplomats, but it failed.An Excerpt from the Memoirs of General Mohammad Jafar Asadi
As Operation Fath-ol-Mobin came to an end, the commanders gathered at the “Montazeran-e Shahadat” Base, thrilled by a huge and, to some extent, astonishing victory achieved in such a short time. They were already bracing themselves for the next battle. It is no exaggeration to say that this operation solidified an unprecedented friendship between the Army and IRGC commanders.A Selection from the Memoirs of Haj Hossein Yekta
The scorching cold breeze of the midnight made its way under my wet clothes and I shivered. The artillery fire did not stop. Ali Donyadideh and Hassan Moghimi were in front. The rest were behind us. So ruthlessly that it was as if we were on our own soil. Before we had even settled in at the three-way intersection of the Faw-Basra-Umm al-Qasr road, an Iraqi jeep appeared in front of us.Boycotting within prison
Here I remember something that breaks the continuity, and I have to say it because I may forget it later. In Evin Prison, due to the special position that we and our brothers held and our belief in following the line of Marja’eiyat [sources of emulation] and the Imam, we had many differences with the Mujahedin.
