There is a large Iranian contingent here. I sat at their dinner table the other night. As the only non-Parsi speaker, I did a lot of listening. A woman offered me some sour orange to put on my green beans. It tasted great. Thank you is almost the same in Parsi as it is in French. Yesterday I rode on the bus into town with one of the Iranian girls. She is a University student and very cute. Her brother acted as a translator and she answered my questions about the religious police back home who make her pull down her shawl and pick up her socks. No ankles in the mountains! As we waited for the bus back, we threw a red ball around a circle.  ¶ Permalink 1/30/2005 01:02:00 AM