A march is scheduled for Monday and everyone is scared, everyone is hopeful, and everyone who wants to participate knows that he or she may not return from it. My wife, son, sister, mother, and even my secretary all know that I am going to the march and all are against it. “Let the young ones go. You cannot outrun the guards, they can. Don’t go. Think about your family, think about your son….” But I am writing my last will anyway. — CORRESPONDENT in Tehran
