Excerpt from my new graphic/novel in the works:
Halabiabad, South of Tehran, Circa 1979-80…….
“Hey, wanna hit the ball a bit?” he said after cautiously approaching me. He said it like a professional footballer, like the ones we see on TV interviewed after a match.
He had a “toop pelastiky do-layeh” (a soccer ball made out of two balls, one is torn and the other is embedded inside the other–street soccer ball) tucked under his arm.
I gladly accepted because the smell of infection was overpowering in the double decker bus and I much preferred the sewer smell outside….
Kaveh Adel, the Human.