My chdhoohd friend Mahmoud


I still think of Iran often sometimes. When we were Babies our parents let us crawl . We were so blind that sometimes we crashed in each other.
When we got oder my friend reached me about himself. I will never forget his haracter.
He always wanted to be what he wants to be. In Iran we had such a great time.

I Just saw him again while Passung bh the Street Corner here. He had a Cup of coffee in his Hand and told me he found a Job. I was so happy to had icecream in my grocery bag but I could Not give it to him because I thought that is Not what adults do.

When we get oder we probably have already forgotten that we survived war in Germany.

I Miss the country.