The airport in Doha, Qatar, and 'a place by the absurd characteristics: ultra-modern, white and shiny as a private hospital, receives its vast empty spaces in the anonymity of a colorful mix of human beings from the part of the world often forgotten by the West sated.
Being predominantly an airport, confusing pieces of Humanity 'waiting to sit a few hours before heading to places with unpronounceable names are often unknown to the majority of Italians (which despite centocinquantanni rejoice together are still struggling to locate Termoli on the map. But there is that the sin of Termoli). Despite efforts to appear
aseptic and immaculate, the hub Doha passing through these masses is filled with colors, smells, clothing and music from the corners' of the lost planet, with one notable exception: there are very few Westerners.
I was one of them, when two days ago, sitting between a Filipino travel to Bahrain and Oman waiting for a family of polygamists to appear on the screen ultra-thin gate and presents to arrive in Tehran before dawn.
After nearly three years in which Iran had successfully thrown in my life, it was time in which to pursue his discovery without mediation.
As I crossed the Persian Gulf at night flying over the vast oil perpetual fire stations, which formed the distant sea 11000 metri una pazzesca costellazione di vulcani di metallo, pensavo a quanto il Medioriente si fosse in effetti vigorosamente immesso nella mia agenda degli ultimi anni.
A quanto fosse differente dall'Africa e dalla mia amata America Latina, ma a quanto alla fine riuscissi comunque ad affezionarmici. Ed un pochino ad appartenervi.
Sempre convinto che ogni luogo abbia un suo momento ideale per intravederne l'essenza, non ho stavolta perso l'occasione di dedicare all'Iran una settimana speciale.
Alle due di mattina del 21 Marzo infatti si festeggia: e' il Noruz (letteralmente, Nuovo Giorno), il capodanno zoroastriano che ancora oggi scandisce il passaggio da un anno all'altro in uno dei paesi piu' antichi e affascinanti del mondo.
It'll be there 'at this time I also celebrate the arrival of 1390 (does something to go back 600 years, even if only nominally), and to immerse myself in the intriguing traditions that recall an era lost in the sands of deserts of Central Asia. Thank
Negin and her wonderful family, my host treated me like a son as he did from the moment I knew them almost a year ago in Rome, I'll be able 'to live - not as a spectator - one of the most' important for every Iranian, enjoying the Persian culture through the hypnotic melodies, the amazing architectures and the rich culinary heritage of the country that today more 'refers to the atmosphere of the Thousand and One Nights (set in Iraq in Abbasid period but strongly steeped in history and Persian).
Nine days are not many (but constitute the first chapter of a future voyage to the rest of the country), but this year promises to be quite intense. In these first
quarantottore settling I returned to showing (somewhat 'polluted by various Jalla and Habibi Lebanese) and I showed up in Tehran, a city' gray but the chaotic structure surrounded by impressive natural scenery ( the mountain chain of Alborz Mountains with several peaks exceeding 4000 meters). In the coming days we plan to devote a quick review of 5000 years of visiting museums and palaces of Persia capital (as well as interesting evidence of its past and present conflicts) before moving on to the pearl of the Islamic world, the city 'that has enchanted Ibn Battuta and Marco Polo, commonly known by the merchants of the Silk Road as "Isfahan nesf-e jahan "Esfahan half 'of the world. If you remain
'time, I' to spend it to take a look at the City 'sacred of Qom, the enchanting city-oasis of Kashan and the village of Nai'n famous throughout Persia for their exquisite carpets.
Above, I 'to dedicate to the daily life of Memari sweet family, to try to discover the most' possible character and hospitality 'of this people so mistreated by our media.
You again in ten days this week to tell you in detail.
Meanwhile, enjoy these last remnants of the Zoroastrian 1389.
Noruz Mobarak (which means Happy New Year to do, has nothing to do with the former dictator of Egypt and especially not 'a minor), mes amis! Tommy
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