This reminds me of a funny story. Last summer I attended an international gathering in Isfahan and all participants were taken to Natanz & Kashan by bus. On the way back to Isfahan, our bus guide (who played the role of antenna!, if you know what I mean) sat in another bus and we (I mean some participants from Canada, US, Belgium, Russia, ... and some Iranian participants) were left alone in the bus. The driver played some quiet dance music. Upon request of some passengers in the front (I think they were Italians) the driver cranked up the music and almost everybody danced in the middle of the bus. Some of those non-Iranians got amazed of the two sides of Iranians' lives.
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This reminds me of a funny story. Last summer I attended an international gathering in Isfahan and all participants were taken to Natanz & Kashan by bus. On the way back to Isfahan, our bus guide (who played the role of antenna!, if you know what I mean) sat in another bus and we (I mean some participants from Canada, US, Belgium, Russia, ... and some Iranian participants) were left alone in the bus. The driver played some quiet dance music. Upon request of some passengers in the front (I think they were Italians) the driver cranked up the music and almost everybody danced in the middle of the bus. Some of those non-Iranians got amazed of the two sides of Iranians' lives.
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