He is declared "mohareb", enemy of God, and this title of infamy awarded by the Tehran regime was enough to have him sentenced to death. He survived but on condition, after eight years of detention at the Castle, the terrible prison in the city.
In captivity, he lived thanks to poetry. In memories of evenings spent with his father and friends, to celebrate Éluard and Lorca. To Baudelaire's verses which he recited with his fellow prisoner, "Doctor", a former pupil of the Sorbonne: "When the earth is turned into a damp dungeon" ... Spleen from Tehran ...
All my life I won't sober up with your love / Because I didn't exist yet when you occupied my heart
ExtractHe also stands up, by the joy of knowing that his wife, whom he loves dearly, has found refuge in France. For nothing in the world, he would not part with the old Adidas bag, a vestige of their common life. He sometimes murmurs these verses of Saadi which he recited in his ear: "All my life I will not sober up with your love / Because I did not exist yet when you occupied my heart."
Unfortunately, living outdoors is not necessarily easy. His wife is
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