Please Don’t Let My Friends Be Forgotten!

In the middle of speaking, her voice broke. She was a teacher, and with every sentence I felt she was placing herself in the shoes of the teachers and children. She spoke of Minab and described her students: an image between the lines of her writing, beneath colorful drawing sheets, and the ruins left behind in Minab.

In the middle of the conversation, he got angry. He was a teacher and with every sentence I felt that he was putting himself in the place of teachers and children. He talked about Minab and depicted his students. An image layered with writings, at the bottom of the colored pages of the painting and the ruins left by the Minab.