Today was a fairly strange day. My birthday in the weekend is approaching and we have decided to throw a party given the circumstances that all measurements seems to suggest that this could potentially be the last one we may throw.

Today we were sitting with Zea in a café at Tehran’s Parkway Sq. While we were sitting in the comfort of the smell of sweets, and the warmth of the place that came as our rescue while we were freezing from a long walk, Anti riot tanks were parked in front of us, with so many of these disgusting people who kill their own people for nothing. Not only we were stressed of what could happen, I was hypervigilance towards the possible ██████ attacks. Then for a moment I thought to myself I am sitting in front of people who shot others in tho face, in the fear that someone else might bomb us, thinking about how the billionaires are building the nightmares of Harari’s books, drinking my tea and planning my birthday…

I cannot believe the level of surreal we are currently living.