Echoes of Polish Isfahan
There was once a time when the streets of Isfahan echoed to the sounds of Polish songs, when thousands of little Polish girls made their
There was once a time when the streets of Isfahan echoed to the sounds of Polish songs, when thousands of little Polish girls made their
How can I write? The paper is so small and the sorrows of the world so great they reach up to the stars. How am
“In a beautiful valley enclosed between two lofty mountains was created a magnificent garden stored with every delicious fruit and every fragrant shrub…By means of
The grand, wrought iron gates of the Polish wartime cemetery have not been opened for decades and are permanently padlocked. Entrance can be gained using
A trailer for the famous documentary by Khosrow Sinai “The Lost Requiem”, telling the story of the Polish wartime exodus from the Soviet labour camps
“The Moon of Nakhshab” was the most famous creation of Hashim ibn Hakkim, the Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, known sometimes as Mah-sazanda (the moon maker).
Richard Lucas has a dream. He would like to see a statue of Voytek, the Iranian Soldier–Bear of Monte Cassino, built in Iran. And the
I have always been drawn to those who are dangerous in some way: those who love too passionately, who think (and act) too radically, whose
Earlier this year I travelled to Qazvin to find traces of the 40 Polish men, women and children who had died there, victims of the
If you travel a hundred miles or so eastwards out of Isfahan, through a landscape of pink-coloured mountains and desert wastes inhabited by strange willowy
Iranian film director Khosrow Sinai has been awarded the prestigious “Knights Cross of the Order of Merit of the Polish Republic”. At a ceremony earlier
“There is a city somewhere beyond the seas Where windows open on illumination… Where the earth listens To the music of your heart And the
On the Silk Road from Yazd to Shiraz, in the desert city of Abarkuh, stands the oldest living being in Iran (perhaps in the whole
The Polish Postal Service has commemorated the role Isfahan played during World War 2 in caring for Polish orphans. The new stamp, “Isfahan – the
It was only later, long after the events of 9/11, that I finally realised I was a terrorist. The realization did not come easily, or
[She] loved as in our age People already do no longer; as only The wild soul of a poet Is still condemned to love (Pushkin)
Ancestral soil – I don’t mean “the fatherland”, the nation-state, the racial or linguistic group to which a person belongs. I mean the dirt and
There are gaps in our history, lost episodes in our collective memory caused not by forgetfulness, but by the deliberate policy of governments and politicians.
In the latter years of his long successful life, Merian C. Cooper – the creator of the epic film “King Kong” – developed an inconsolable
For me (and probably for most other people in the “West”), Iraq is distant and inaccessible enough to qualify as a “never-never-land”: a kind of
After the Battle of Monte Cassino, one of the fiercest and bloodiest conflicts of the Second World War, many accounts emerged of the bravery and
Sometimes old buildings possess the virtue to express far better than words the fears and uncertainties of nations or religious groups. The old Zoroastrian houses