All inhabitants in the building I live in see each other in elevator, Exit door, ground floor or on the roof where people come and sit for minutes when the weather is not too sunny or for doing the laundry.
One of my neighbors is a middle age man, once i saw him and he said hello in French, he might think I am French. But today as here is National holiday, I could not go to the gym so i did my exercises in the building gym. I went to ground floor to give back the keys while the mentioned neighbor entered, so I gave the keys and got back to the elevator. Accidentally we faced to face there. Before telling the rest of story I should mention a really interesting part of my experience about the Venezuelan Nation: most of them probably ask you those type of question which we call them “Personal and Private” in the first conversation AND I HATE IT. Such as: what do you do? why are you here in Venezuela? what is your husband job? where do you and your husband work? Is your husband Venezuelan? Are you married? or so on. That is why he asked me in Spanish: ” you were going out why did you get back?”
WHAT? Really? I never can imagine asking this question? Absolutely it is non of your business and I do not have to answer you!!!! In fact, I did not answer him in like this, I just smiled and said him in Spanish that I gave back the Keys. But he did not give up. He continued smiling and curiously in English: ” Where are you from? I answered in English: “Iran”. He just stared at me while tried not to quit smiling, however it was clear that he is pretending. He clearly was shocked and all his face muscles were changed like to sag. Elevator stopped he ran out! Really he stepped out like he was in hurry suddenly; his motion changed totally with comparison the moment he asked his first question.
I got Sad. Yeah, I am Persian, I am Iranian, I am from Iran in addition I hate this sort of situation as it was not the first time that the others ask me and their motion transformed completely after receiving the answer. I wish I was be able to stop him and tell him: ” Hey guy, I am not terrorist, we are not terrorists. we are hard working people that you and your all compatriots can not even imagine. we work hard all week long. we pay off loans monthly, we are busy to create a good life for our families. do you understand? we are not busy by harming others. we stand up hours and hours, month and month to receive a Schengen Visa, US visa, GCC visa, Europe Union and etc; exactly in contrast with what you all experience to travel beside being asked and reacted so!
Because all global powers have been spreading this idea about Iranian Nation and you are influenced by them too. What do you know about our sorrow?”
Yes, this is today sad story.
Winter in Tehran