YOU GO UNOBSCURED GORAN!

Dear Goran,

Isn't this the writers(obscure(d)) life; living in the subconscious (subway), taking pictures, typing away.

I love your journey. It is ours. We are all travellers. And cameras.

Which takes me to Iran. Isn't it amazing that technology has transcended repression in the streets of Teheran? We see technological eyes held over the dead and injured, so we can witness what is happening there and be outraged that anyone would deliberately hurt a person with hope for a better, fairer world.

The eye, so significant in Middle Eastern iconography, prevails. I heard last night that the government of Iran had shut down the servers; and still my friend and translator in Teheran is getting messages through. I won't say his name or mention his server, but he is able to send me messages every day.

It means so much to him that we are with him, praying for the safety and human rights of the people of Iran.

In the streets they chant poetry. "Natarsid. Natarsid. Mah hamed bah ham hastim." Courage. Courage. We are all together.

Isn't that a hymn for the planet, as we struggle to live in community, in harmony?

This morning, my friend send me the beautiful calligraphy for the chant, in Farsi. He is alive. The human spirit lives in him and in people like you, Goran. We must record what matters.

Inshallah,

Linda