Trial
...Our intelligence is so accurate that we even know
what will cross your mind in the future. This is how
sophisticated our system is.
...Our intelligence is so accurate that we even know
what will cross your mind in the future. This is how
sophisticated our system is.
Gypsy
...The most popular target of our laughter was the
Gypsies. We’d been told they kidnap children and
drink their blood—we had also heard the same tale
about our Jewish neighbors. But the Gypsy stories
seemed more credible. They were mysterious
nomads. Although we knew nothing about them, yet
we were convinced they were all thieves and
murderers.
...The most popular target of our laughter was the
Gypsies. We’d been told they kidnap children and
drink their blood—we had also heard the same tale
about our Jewish neighbors. But the Gypsy stories
seemed more credible. They were mysterious
nomads. Although we knew nothing about them, yet
we were convinced they were all thieves and
murderers.
A Perfect Evening
...As I observed every curve of her body through her
sateen blouse, I was convinced she would keep her
promise of not leaving anything to my imagination. She
embraced me affectionately and welcomed me in. Her
scent would stay on my skin until I died.
...As I observed every curve of her body through her
sateen blouse, I was convinced she would keep her
promise of not leaving anything to my imagination. She
embraced me affectionately and welcomed me in. Her
scent would stay on my skin until I died.
Unfinished Story
...I can recognize the color of the lights in the
night. They remind me of stars. I throw a couple of
shots of vodka down my throat, get in my artistic
mood and perform. I am an artist, a talented
musician and to hell with this uncultured nation
which does not value my art.’
...I can recognize the color of the lights in the
night. They remind me of stars. I throw a couple of
shots of vodka down my throat, get in my artistic
mood and perform. I am an artist, a talented
musician and to hell with this uncultured nation
which does not value my art.’
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Girl Behind the Window
...She could not read Farsi but recognized the curved
letters with dots in their bellies like pregnant women
with triplets. Letters with mouths half open, hungry
enough to swallow the character sitting silently next to
them and the sharp blades of other characters like the
sickles peasants used to harvest.
...She could not read Farsi but recognized the curved
letters with dots in their bellies like pregnant women
with triplets. Letters with mouths half open, hungry
enough to swallow the character sitting silently next to
them and the sharp blades of other characters like the
sickles peasants used to harvest.