A personal post this time. I am on my way to Iran, where I was supposed to be present when a friend would affirm his commitment to an Isfahanian woman. I do not know if there is an English word for an ‘engagement party’, but that’s what it is. Unfortunately, I won’t be there, as my plane reached Istanbul with some delay, and I’ve missed my plane to Tehran. I’ll arrive one day too late, but for the time beıng, I am enjoying an unexpected stay ın Istanbul, one of the nıcest cities ın the world. Pity that I cannot take photos, as my luggage is lost.