Tuesday, March 01, 2011

War zone Countries

My entry

Flipping over my expired passport, I found the date the I entered Iran after the revolution:...........
I recalled how I became a hero when leaving the plane, Air France ,just wearing a thin shirt and have a few pure wool blankets which was wrapped around at certain parts of my body by the air stewardess to keep me warm till I received my luggage in the airport. Well, the administrative staff did not informed me that it was winter in Iran.

Other than that I was the only foreigner leaving the plane ! quoted by an American lady who was beside me on the journey from Bangkok to Tehran. The Iranian who were queuing up for their turn to enter the airport proper were so kind to let me in first after explaining to the Airport security. Even before entering , I took a few moment to catch the snow with my hands. Very interesting to feel the coldness in my palm.Upon receiving my luggage, I quickly took out the winter jacket which was given by my brother who have returned from the States
All these stories were repeated many times whenever I were having meals gathering with my friends.Some would feel bored with the stories but nevertheless they could have missed a few on how I retreated from Iran during outbreak of Iran & Iraq war.

Looking at the recent news on Egypt and Libya, I recalled my friend, an electrician who told me how they left Iran during the revolution. Pan Am, an American airline took them out to the nearest city ,Rome, and after converting their air tickets they took the earliest flight back to Singapore. Pan Am was flying none stop to evacuate all foreigners.

.........................to continue on the my retreat to Istanbul, Turkey and the option our Malaysian Embassy gave us.......Pakistan route, Moscow by train and finally the decision by my company to take the Turkey journey..................Hope I still the pictures .....from my album........... I manage to take a small souvenir Persian carpet .out...........???...

another story on how being greed saved my life. .....Op...I have never told this story to my Dad and Mum for sure they will stop me returning to Iran to work.>>!!!!

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