May 3, 2001
When I finished college, I went back to live in Tehran. My parents'
home was in Niavaran, but I wanted a different view of the city. My first
apartment of my own was on Eshratabad Street. As a young Iranian-American
woman who barely spoke Persian, I raised a few eyebrows at first. But little
by little I made friends with my neighbors. The camera helped break the
ice. These are the people who lived next door, the bakers and the cobbler
across the street and...
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