He was not from the city though, he was from a village from Rabor. In the eighties, my parents used to drag us to go to Kerman to see grandparents and relatives. But a few times they took us to Rabor county. My sister was always yelling why do we need to go to this hellhole.
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Sadly, this is not how I rememberer it, back then it was an unwritten sign: welcome to the city of cumin and the sweet smell of opium.
9:55 AM - 4 Jan 2020
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