My wartime ist my exit

Millions of Tahranians chose to stay in Iran, while others went to search for refuge from the Israeli briers. The author’s 1,150 kilometers in the effort to return to London into their homeland. It is two national national nationality that traveled through the countryside of Iran and the mountains. Asked to write down under the RRSH name.

Early elderly parents with the Parents of Cann, I woke up from the side of the side of the side of Tehran visit. Boats seems to be overwhelmed. I was able to see buildings on fire – with a big fire – at a distance. Iran was attacked.

All day, a thick smoke from buildings. Although people were depressed, many wonder, ‘We have never been before this time,’ this time before.

My feelings, even though things can be devastated very quickly. I arranged for my parents to go to rural areas, but I decided to leave my parents in those situations that I had to get home, but I had to get home.

First, my objective had to go to Estate Huddle with Astabijania – 500 km – from Tehran. However, I realized that my day, Azerian border crosses, was limited to citizens through special licenses.

The other option was Turkey, northwest of 900 km of northwest was a very difficult journey. Reports were adding a big queue on the Turkish border and some travelers returned regularly.

I felt like I was in a trap. However, a friend of my friend said that the next day with family and friends in Armenia, he would go to a man in Armenia. I felt very relief when he was part of me.

The group is connected to the West Main main bus terminal of the west bus of the west bus of the West. We compare many families, including children and seniors.

Google Maps 1,150 km We were so that we could not be cut off without any night’s rest. I have attached myself. Thankfully, the bus did not stop fuel when the bus stopped the whole pool and the border border.

Traffic was first good, but we’ll hit the motor road. 90 minutes of journey to the first big city – KazVin – We decided five hours.

The trip is so slow that some drivers were standing under the woods under trees or a piece of trees under trees. It doesn’t seem to have a terrorist.

Eventually, we stood in the site of the site of the site with well-storing foods and shops. Then, occasionally we went on the landscape where the industrial building was listed. The time when we drive north, the landpad of the earth’s page and the orem.

In this case, our team was fresh fruits and food that we brought us. The bus had a fridge, and we had ice cream. We spread our feet by walking by bus and down. Some sleep and follow the news on their phones. In 16th century, Capital Capital, Capital, Capital, Capital, Capital, Capital, Capit, Capital Capta was covered with 600 km and night.

I could never sleep, but bad but I’m tired. Now, even in the dark, it was blaming in small cities and villages.

We were approaching the city of Norogooth border in the street of the road. The driver went down. Right back. The only light I saw a turmoil of the moon and wheels, fascinating common common mountains.

Then he suddenly stood and began transgression. The road disappeared. How I didn’t know how a big bus is like masking but in some way we placed into the same dialog.

Walking out of the river and looked at the border of the border, we all relieved the bright street lights. With a gun, he went with someone else in civil shirt and stood in the brochure of the army.

The women began to find their heads but also told us that the gentle man relaxed his gentle man. After the back of the bus with the trip is on. We arrived from the bus to the Irase people in front of the front, and we spoke to the Iranians, and we spoke to TIP in our three drivers.

The most shocking crossing was not baptized – what was like the flooding of a small flondon light, such as small state district building. Our baggage was published through X-Ryy Machine and our passport was published. The guards looked like the usual week. We all remedied but no one will listen. We are filled with the back of the families and my friends behind and Iran.

Armenian border post told us to walk with 1k of our bags to reach the post office. Fortunately, a golf cart was a golf cart, who took the elderly, children and certain bags. Pull the rest of our baggage on the surface.

Armenian Border Building Soviet – Most High Tables and table with dozen cigarette packages free of charge. A smile Armeanian authorities greet us in the Persian, and he was good.

We still have another 360 km of We’ve got another 360 kg by loading a new bus. Day the day decreased. The messengers have been among the wonderful things I have happened – plants and flowers were mountainous mountains covered by grass.

Early, in small but fresh restaurant – wearer of fried eggs, Omelelech, Details and so sweet Lavash Bread.

Finally, Yerevan appeared on the horizon. Eight hours of the border drive and the journey from Tehran, 31 hours. The bus is not wave or not pleases the main square to dump us. How can it be?