A Persian Prince in Tehran’s Metro

We decided to take the metro in Tehran. You might be surprised to find out that it’s not any different from the one back home, in Singapore. K was the one who led the way. Once the train arrived, she hopped in. In a flash the train filled up like a boiling kettle. A man, seeing that we had been separated, looked at me calmly and nodded, as if to say, don’t worry, I’m here. And so this silent hero pushed the thrashing doors back with his bare hands and summoned the crowd in front us to push back. And lo and behold, space was magically created. And that is how we got on, me and J, almost cheek to cheek. When the rest of the train discovered that they were in the presence of 3 foreign

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