Vision is limited,
The road dark and slick.
Your hand, extended in kindness refused,
to a friend reluctant to take theirs from the warmth.
The cold is a brutal fire.

– Mehdi Akhavaane Saales. An excerpt from a poem called ‘Winter’. As I contemplate European reaction to the protests in Iran, for bread, for work, for freedom. I am dumb founded.




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