Our main focus that day is put on finding a new year's eve party. This is not an easy assignment in Iran where any public or private parties are forbidden and alcohol prohibited. As one could expect, we fail. It's 11 PM. We are sitting in a drab fast-food on Revolution avenue, making up our mind to the fact that it is natural to spend an unusual new year eve when we are in an Islamic Republic on which calendar is written "Moharam, 16th, 1388". It's 11:15 PM. We receive a phone call from Piercarlo, an Italian friend we just met that afternoon introduced by Meysam, who gives us the address of an illegal party in the wealthy Northern end of the capital.