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From the world in Technicolor in India I find myself in an Iran that at first glance appears in black and white, but I will be 'glad to be contradicted a few moments.
introduction geopolitics and 'necessary, given that according to some walked into a dangerous country ...
So the first thing to say and ': turn off the TV, Iran and' a splendid country, brimming with culture and hospitality '!
all the garbage you hear on television about Iran belongs to the world of political fiction, the risiko held up by the usual hosts of world apparently with a couple of smart moves keep in check the entire empire of media, doing more 'than ever before their game.
Iran is not 'a nuclear power, not' a threat to the West and so on.
Between the two world wars there was a country called Iran, whose president had been elected, as we would say, democratically.
The CIA in 1953 began the policy of global terrorist coup aimed at overturning a government which was not favorable. Before Vietnam, Congo, Indonesia, Chile, Afghanistan, Pakistan and Iraq (to name a few) and 'touched on Iran, a country rich in resources and in a position of strategic importance, to act as guinea pigs in experiments of U.S. secret services. Americans ....
But I also stopped to condemn the U.S. for everything that has 'happened in the last 60 years, even if it' s true, and obviously I understand that the game is repeated in cycles: yesterday was the British colonial empire to act as a banker, States today and tomorrow, probably a few billion Asians with slanted eyes and a crew cut.
Anyway thanks to this nice terrorist move the Yankees have begun to divide the loot oil together with the cousins \u200b\u200band the British secretly with friends-enemies Russians, amazing eh?
Other facts, chain reactions, leading to the Islamic Revolution in 1979, where Ayatollah Khomeini established the clerical regime that Iranians living today.
Ahmadinejan President (whom I admire because 'never wears a tie) and' a piece installed by the supreme Islamic leader, who actually has so much power, but which ironically is the perfect game of the Americans, who have a enemy throwing dummies on which the media empire.
If foreign policy is a mirror for the skylarks, the Iranians suffer from the closure of the country to the rest of the world and a system that actually leaves little to the imagination, especially for women.
A good 60% of Iranians and 'totally against the president, and a good 30% know that the reins are held by Ayatollah and Ahmadinejad and that' only a pawn. Very few know the American risiko.
Being Italian I am not surprised at all the numbers, 'cause and wherefores, and especially' cause things do not change. Why
'on the top floors too so all is well,' cause real alternatives are too hidden, or perhaps unknown, or because 'life is still lived and enjoyed in some way, so deprived of the freedom' of expression c ' and 'much more beautiful to be discovered in Iran. Indeed these problems make the discoveries of treasures.
Tehran and 'a mega city of 14 million souls, a city' full of people and huge machines, traffic and pollution, but also parks and nice places to spend free time, where the subway to the north can touch the mountains and south to reach the desert.
The walls of the buildings are full of real paintings depicting nature, fantasy, Islam, and sometimes battle cries against the U.S. and Israel, as usual, and 'by the contrast that creates energy.
Life 'fast and chaotic but it is time for cinema, theater arts and outdoors.
The Iranians have strong and deep ties to the arts, especially poetry.
I ride the highways within the cities' riding motorcycle taxi improvised noting how modern and up to date and 'in reality' that Iran. Other that embargo. Some sossurrano me softly "Down Ahmadinejiad", "cruel government." Islamic guards are constantly patrol, undercover of course, not never talk about politics, and a look 'more' than enough.
Speaking with young and old because I realize that the everyday problems that we are all right, they are not 'so far from our world, and if it' s true that we know nothing of Iran, mistakenly thinking that the 'Hell, they greatly overestimate the west, looking to copy the western culture the only possible solution for the future. Problem already lived elsewhere, and I never tire of saying that the West is not 'paradise, we only other problems.
But luckily, life goes well and laughter on a daily cups of tea addolcisono problems.
75 million Iranians more 'than half are under 30 years, and women are that push the limits of legality ', that is they want to break the rules: if the strict Islamic law (Sharia) is used to expose only the face and hands in public' s true that the chador (the black cloak ghost) is increasingly left to age and become narrow and winding cloaks. Result
way to Tehran, and before my eyes I see rivers of beautiful girls in jeans, heels and handbags signed. A veil so it covers the head (otherwise you risk the jail), but blond tufts and ridges descend on Persian delicate faces full of makeup and lips stained red.
imagine an ancient Persia and Iran, a future full of life, present and 'a time bomb!
And I rejoice to see that Iranians have fun in private and to really live life!
evenings with traditional Persian music played live in the house, away from prying eyes where the veil finally falls and joking and singing in joy. We talk about poetry and freedom ', dreams and life, God and Revolution. Green and 'the color of the green revolution and I see the future, people's hearts and' green.
Verde. Green. Green. Green. Green.
The warmth, hospitality and friendship of everyone he meets on the street and 'overwhelming, I was invited to hundreds of cups of tea and relaxed picnic. Amazing Iran.
These are the Iranians by default, and added that foreign sgli has the deluxe treatment: all pressed me to understand that Iranians are not the bad guys poorly described by the media, then I'm treated like a son to me and I really feel at home. In hitchhiking
I move around the country easily and always filled with gifts, and finally I come to Persepolis, the capital of the 'Ancient Persia who stole' the heart of Alexander the Great, who in turn stole 'all the rest. For better or for worse Greek and Persian cultures blended in an evocative style that still influence the architecture and culture of East and West.
It 's great being in a history that oozes from the rocks.
Zarathustra was the philosopher who fund 'one of the first monotheistic religions of the world, the precursor, according to some sources, even Judaism. Ahura Mazda was the God to whom the rites were dedicated and revered natural elements like fire, water, earth, wind and the Persians accumulated karma, the nature of nature, from the ashes to ashes like the mythological phoenix.
In Shiraz, Yazd and Esfahan I enjoy the splendor of true Persia, from Arabia, where Islam is one 'inextricably and happily to the above described bringing a new faith, sacred and imposing, which too easily deny affinity' and positivity '.
But Allah 's only a Arabic word for God, and according to what I learned in India, there is God'. And how!
I enter a beautiful mosque in Iran and I understand everything: the walls and ceilings are completely covered with small mosaic of mirrored glass masterfully carved in perfect geometric patterns typical of Islam.
The light coming through stained glass windows is amplified by a thousand mirrors, and it becomes infinite energy.
are in a kaleidoscope of light, I see the light!
I sit barefoot on a beautiful Persian carpets, close my eyes and listen to the prayers and chants of 'Imam who moved the litany goes on in a voice sometimes choked with tears caused by the depth' of the words of the Koran, whose strength touches the right keys and can move mountains.
no coincidence that he moves a lot Mohammed.
Behind me a man and 'so in prayer crying and sobbing, in a trance.
The power of the divine descends into casts and those who are open to him.
The faces of the faithful are at once serious, deep, serene and happy, I see in them what 'I've seen elsewhere in temples and monasteries around Asia: Divine consciousness.
This is 'the basic concept of each original religion taught by enlightened masters, people like Jesus', Buddha or Mohammed, the private sphere. Unfortunately, once made public, dogmizzata the whole thing becomes policy, the only side that I knew before and with whom we grew up. I hate politics, politics sucks.
Outside the mosque, some stop to talk to me in great sympathy for Italy, football and food, then you go to religious matters and the question: "What is your religion?" I simply quote what dettomi in Burma (strongly Buddhist country) by a Muslim Imam: 'God and' one, if you know God no matter what name you call it, religion and 'a'.
Some smile and shakes my hand, puzzled others are taken aback by my observation.
With 'Allah'o Akhbar' I put all agree and some I need a good hot tea with three lumps of sugar. They are part of the crew!
Esfahan and 'splendid pearl of the Islamic world, comparable to our Florence. Artisans working in ceramics, silver and old Caravanserai at least a millennium and still intact. Some artists are teenagers, some with blue brush drawing nonchalantly beautiful patterns on vases and frames. Two men in a shop carpets cuciscono blacks with inscriptions from the Koran gold, yellow and green fluorescent.
Oro. Gold. Gold. Gold. Gold.
Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. Yellow.
Verde. Green. Green. Green. Green.
Fatima, the daughter of Muhammad, I am given a piece of cloth. Thank you confident.
The Silk Road passed through here, a long caravan full of spices and homemade wares united east and west and the cultural exchange was mutual. Now it's my turn to continue the exchange while maintaining the 'balance intact. A responsibility 'to accept head on.
At sunset climb the terraces and drinking tea and smoking hookah 'you watch the sun going down on these little towns in the middle of the desert surrounded by mountains. Everything is' orange.
Orange. Orange. Orange. Orange. Orange.
Peace.
is apparent as a black and white colors I could find in Iran.
Certainly not as explosive in India, but here the whole experience and 'was like a treasure hunt, slowly. Following footsteps already 'drawn, leaving my tire in the air, reading, studying, being helped by people being confused by the people, and trying to ride. Feel alive again.
Amazing Iran.
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