M. Tanha called me today in the early morning before I go to work. I was surprised. He's a very good friend of mine and I've known him for at least
22 years! I and him had 2 great journeys. We went to
Qom by bike and returned home and also once rode our bikes to
Roodbar, a town just
60 KM away from
Rasht the capital of
Gilan province. I never forget those wonderful trips.
He currently lives in
Cologne,
Germany. I would like to write his story here:
M. Tanha is a very nice, easygoing and calm guy. I remeber him from grade 7 but we were not friends on that time. Just classmates. I remember him very well because our religious studies teacher gave hime a nickname:
Aboozar! one of the prophet of Islam's followers. It was because of his last name,
Tanha, which obviously means
lonely. He was realy a lonely guy. As far as I know he did not have any close friend and I was his only real close friend.
For years
Tanha used to tell me about his dreams about leaving
Iran and going abroad. He told me how he tried to get a visa for t
he US,
Australia,
Canada,
Britain, etc. None of them ever worked.I was accustomed to his stories.
Once, just a couple of months before I migrate to
Canada, he told me that he was preparing to go to
Paris and then
Amsterdam and wanted me to accompany him. I never believed him, thought it's one of his stories like others. First he told me that he'd go during
Norooz holidays and then said as there's not enough tourists, the travel agancy postponded the travel. The next time will be around June of 2001. I said that in this case I had enough time to think about it and get prepared. Meanwhile my immigration file was processing and I was hoping to get the visa pretty soon but I never told him anything about that axcept once and he refused my suggestion.
As we used to hang out almost 3 days and sometimes more in a week, after
Norooz holidays I didn't c a sign of him for a couple of weeks, finally decided to call him and I did. Nobody answered. Therefore after a couple of days I went to his place. His brother showed up. When I asked about
M., the answer shocked me. He simply said:
M. has gone!
He went to
Paris first, then to
Amsterdam,
Rotterdam and finally
Cologne. If everything goes well, I'll traevl to
Europe to visit him and some other friends and relatives there. I have to listen to his story. Must be very interesting. He's a talkative guy!