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It was 1978, before the great uprising by the Islamic thugs and hooligans. My father and I used to go to Cafe Naderi in Tehran, around 10 am have our tea and coffee, visit his old and retired friends. It had become a routine with us: If someone was missing, or was late. Everyone would start getting worried and start calling. The average age was in the middle seventies.

My father also used to take my new French born wife on a regular basis on his visits. She could speak French and English and had become the favorite of the old folks. She used to remind them of their happier and younger years in Paris and London.

One day, as we were taking our regular walk, we noticed a large number of the village people on the streets. They were everywhere like ants in a jar of sugar. We were told that they were the Khomeini people on the great march for the changeover of the present crooked government with a more hostile and undemocratic one. They were told that after the revolution, they would get their share from the oil revenues.

Well it was as usual a pie in the sky. We had seen before and was happening again. It doesn't hurt anybody, but the fools and the greedy. Everything was normal and we expected they would get hungry and tired then go home.

I heard my dad make the most meaningful question from me. He asked where would over a million people go to bath in the city? Tehran was built with no sewer system and every building had one or two deep wells to handle the services needed.

The refuse and the feces from the revolutionaries were all over the city and at a later stage, it even got into the leadership and produced heaven on earth for everyone it also brought the glorious war with the Iraqis which helped in the population control of at least a million people were killed on both sides.

No hair was damaged or get out of place on the head of any clergy or ayatollah. Allah is great.