Isfahan was Half the World, but now, see how it is the whole world itself, involving the the people from East to West...
Lase night I saw a dream. The weired one! I saw the tile decorations of one of the schools in the Shah Mosque... I saw them in perfect details and recognized them immediately. I exactly can say where those tiles are! which wall and which arches!
It is weired, since I am quiet sure that I don't have any picture from that particular place and haven't seen them since at least three years ago... If you asked me yesterday about that rather small space, I couldn't remember much... but now... heh!
Isfahan is in my blood.
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