Would the wilderness ever end? Would we ever make it to civilization again?
Tehran, Iran 1978
Masud pushed his head out of the jeep’s window. “We’re going to visit family in Pakistan,” he told the guard outside.
“The border is closed. No crossing tonight.”
Masud sighed. “You mean we need to spend the night in Iran?”
“That’s right.” The guard’s voice was guttural and harsh. “The border’s closed.”
Masud pulled the lever and put the jeep into reverse. It wasn’t a punishable crime for an Iranian to visit family in Pakistan, but it wasn’t permitted either. Fortunately, the guard did not suspect us of trying to escape the country forever. If he would have, he would have imprisoned us on the spot.
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