One evening the couple wanted us to come to 'the garden' with them to meet their friends. A place, secluded in the countryside, where a friend of theirs would play 'Daev' for us, a traditional percussion instrument. We made our introductions to the interesting crowd of friends, among them Mojde's sister (Iran's Champion downhill MTB and crosscountry, ed.) and Behnam's brother. We got comfortable in the typical Persian style. A large carpet decorated with fancy patterns, a pillow to support your back, a hubble bubbler in the center and plates of snacks scattered around. The stove quickly made the temperature enjoyable as we relaxed with a glass of homemade grape juice again. Everyone was comfortably lounging around with a smile on their face, when one of the company turned down the lights and brought out the Daev, a large drum with shambles on the inside, and used it to place everyone into a rhythmic trance, deafening the conversation for some moments. It is rumored that listening to this instrument in the dark opens up the listener's first chakra. So with the door to our first chakra completely shredded to pieces, we continued the evening with periodic breaks for songs and live music. They told us we look like four animated characters, and even compared some of us to Vikings, Robin Hood and Albert Einstein.
At some point in the evening the musician, who we suspected to share some blood with Freddy Mercury, whispered something to Mohammed, our translator. He turned to Anton and said: "Freddy wants me to tell you that you should take care of yourself, because you are very honest and your soul is clean." We were all positively intrigued by this comment, and Oli was the first to hold hands and eye-contact with our newfound Guru. We all took turns in having our souls read while the Hookah was passed around. Stef was told to continue life as it was, Oli was advised to not live in a movie, Yuri was told he still had a long road to go, and Anton shouldn't think of too many things at the same time.
We also spent one night at the home of Farid, where we watched cartoons with (and without) his five years old daughter Ayhli while Yuri and Stef spell checked one of Farid's PhD papers for English grammar.
After spending 5 days under the Zanjanese sun, we noticed it had started to snow again. Time to head for Abhar!