Thursday was the Woman Day and I noted it on the front page of Google.
The same day I read on Facebook the news about the death of "Simin Daneshvar", mother of modern Persian literature and wife of Jalal Al-e-Ahmad.
We Iranian people are fond of considering symbolic traces in life and highlighting them as they have a great energy to be spread ed out into the life air. It seems that we orientals need to be connected to such symbolic energies.
The same day I read on Facebook the news about the death of "Simin Daneshvar", mother of modern Persian literature and wife of Jalal Al-e-Ahmad.
We Iranian people are fond of considering symbolic traces in life and highlighting them as they have a great energy to be spread ed out into the life air. It seems that we orientals need to be connected to such symbolic energies.
The writer of Shiraz, the city of feelings and flowers, gifted to the world her
masterpiece "Savushun", at the time traduced in 17 languages, and left at woman's day after 90 years of life.
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Subjectively, it was a peaceful day; actually the characteristic of travel days, or better, life of infinitive travels; a river just content of being current no hurry to find out when the sea will show off. Actually you feel peace when you feel in travel.
These days my wanderings in the city have the new smell of coming spring with trees blossomed in pink and white and, I have a kind of new look to the city from a new arrival in hot August 2011 with no Spanish connection to an ended-Erasmus student in sour-sweet of March 2012.
Arrival time in August was coincided with the emotions of touristic look at the city of Alhambra and I was tasting the exotic and fabulous intercultural life of Andalusian people with Arabs and, I was confused about how to survive without knowing the Spanish language; but now I am going to try the habitant's life more deeply as I know where to walk for being among Granadines of an ordinary life; of not a curious traveler with wide eyes but, of a got-used-to the smells and beauties. Actually these essences are included in their souls and they do not need to mention it every time or to speak about it. They are as simple as they live.
Now I am a little citizen of Granada even if it's so soon to be a Spanish. But trying to be a citizen of world and to adapt to the environment makes me to enjoy more of what I see and what I add to my big box of Goofy.
The signs that before weren't to be seen now are showing off in front of my eyes: the lawyer office at the fifth floor of a building in Gran Via; the tour program of "Camino de Santiago" for citizens in the Civic center; the working hours of bank written on the closed door; many banks; the big parking almost near to the Cathedral; the big shopping center left to be re-opened, maybe-one-day, next to the parking; the gymnasium; the beauty center in one building of principal boulevard; the big insurance company in Plaza Ayuntamineto; the rush hour of backing home in the evening and God! many things of an ordinary life that are not important to see when you are a tourist and some how you miss them as a symbol of belonging to the city...
And the most amazing fact is to find out Persian people living nearby where you have passed many times wandering and watching and, even more adventurous than that is to speak Persian with a Spanish guy who had lived for years in Iran with about six thousand kilometers distance from Granada.
Every time I believe, with more emphasis, that the world is a small town deserved to be known and to be simply enjoyed.
Now I am a little citizen of Granada even if it's so soon to be a Spanish. But trying to be a citizen of world and to adapt to the environment makes me to enjoy more of what I see and what I add to my big box of Goofy.
The signs that before weren't to be seen now are showing off in front of my eyes: the lawyer office at the fifth floor of a building in Gran Via; the tour program of "Camino de Santiago" for citizens in the Civic center; the working hours of bank written on the closed door; many banks; the big parking almost near to the Cathedral; the big shopping center left to be re-opened, maybe-one-day, next to the parking; the gymnasium; the beauty center in one building of principal boulevard; the big insurance company in Plaza Ayuntamineto; the rush hour of backing home in the evening and God! many things of an ordinary life that are not important to see when you are a tourist and some how you miss them as a symbol of belonging to the city...
And the most amazing fact is to find out Persian people living nearby where you have passed many times wandering and watching and, even more adventurous than that is to speak Persian with a Spanish guy who had lived for years in Iran with about six thousand kilometers distance from Granada.
Every time I believe, with more emphasis, that the world is a small town deserved to be known and to be simply enjoyed.
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