When the train stopped, I had to catch my breath and remember that I was fortunate to be there and not regret the past or get melancholy. The station was new and much bigger than the one prior to the war, which I remembered. I took some pictures and we boarded a minibus for Abadan where we would be staying. I cannot describe the range of emotions I was experiencing as I was looking at the new and rebuilt Khorramshahr. There were more willow and cedar trees than palm trees but, they were just as beautiful >>> FULL TEXT
* Also see Abadan photos
