War I am leaving Iran

Despite millions of Tehranis in the Iranian capital, others left for refuge from Israeli bombing. The author is a binary national team, which has been in London with the efforts of returning home, Iran’s villages and mountains. He asked the pen name to write under the roster.

For three days, I woke up to my elderly parents in Tehran, the voice of loud bangers in Tehran. Jets looked like a flying surface. I saw buildings in the buildings – big fires – in the distance. Iran attacked.

Thick smoke rose from the buildings during the day. People were worried, but surprised, many were saying: ‘It will end soon, we have passed this several times.’

Although the meaning, the work could be worse very quickly. I arranged my parents to go to the rural areas, but after tearing tears, I had to go to my wife and children, although the idea of ​​leaving my parents was terrible.

At first, my goal was to go to Astara, a border city with Azerbaijan, closest to Tehran and 500 km. But I went a day before me, I realized that the Azerbaijani border crossings were limited to citizens under the special permission of the border crossings.

Another option was a more difficult journey than Turkey, 900 km northwest. The reports have been increased by the Turkish border, and it has rumors to close it from time to time and returned with some travelers.

I began to trap. But then a relative of a friend, a group of families and friends and friends, said he went to Yerevan in Armenia. When I said it was the earth for me, I felt a great feeling of relief.

The group, the next morning in the main bus terminal of Tehran early in the morning, had not had more than usual. It consists of several families, including children and older people.

Google maps put 1,150 km from Yerevan within 17 hours; Without stopping in one night, we just had to drive directly without short breaks. I bent myself. Thankfully, the fuel was not a problem – the bus fell into a full tank and did not fill the fuel until an 800 km.

Initially, the traffic was good, but then we hit the road. 90 minutes of travel to the first big city – Kazvin – took five hours.

It was so slow that some drivers parked under a piece of car stretched in a car parked car for a walk or shade under the tree. There is no feeling of panic.

Finally, in a highway in a highway in Kazvin, we stopped with good careful food courts and shops. Then Tabriz, we pressed along an arid landscape marked by the random industrial building. In the northern north, it turned into a landscape with so much agriculture, beautiful areas and gardens.

So far, our group, the snacks we bring, shared fresh fruits and food. The bus had a refrigerator and there was ice cream. We walked up and down the bus and stretched our legs. Some were sleeping, others, when the sloped Internet connection permits, they will watch the news on their phones. During our approach to Tabriz, the history of Tabriz, we fell 600 km and night in the 16th century.

I couldn’t sleep at all, but didn’t feel weird, tired. Now we were very attractive, even in the dark, we looked at the small towns and villages that look attractive.

Finally, when we came to the hook, we approached Nordooz / Agarak to the Armenian border city. The driver was stained. It was right. The only light is the moon and as we drive, I could see the silhouette of the magnificent visible mountains.

Then, suddenly the driver stopped and started the reverse. The road disappeared. I do not know how to manage the three point turns by this large bus, but we somehow made it the same junction – and this time we took the left turn.

We drove along a river and everyone was relieved when he saw bright street lights at regular intervals showing the border. We stood by a man in the army fatigue, accompanied by another person in the weapon.

The women began to get their hijabs, but the polite army said to rest. After checking the back of the bus with the torch, he kept us in his hand. In a short distance, we finally reached the side of the border we left the bus and said goodbye to one end with our three drivers.

We did not engage in a surprising passage – we have included those who look like a small provincial building with poor fluorescent lighting. Our luggage went through an X-ray car and our passports were sealed. The guards seemed as comfortable as it was a normal week. We were all relaxed, but no one’s anniversary felt. We left the family and friends behind and Iran is under attack.

To reach the Armenian border post, we had to travel 1 km with our luggage. Fortunately, there was a kind of golf cart that took the elderly, children and luggage. Our rest dragged our luggage on an uneven surface.

Armenia border building Soviet sense – very high ceilings, a small task, a table with a small tease to get free of a cigarette package. Smiling Armenian officials welcomed us in Persian, which was wonderful.

Again, we are another 360 km from Yerevan to take a new bus. Daylight was broken. The scenery was among the mountains where the most magnificent, plants and flowers covered in Melkan grass.

A simple, small but attractive restaurant in a restaurant – fried eggs, omelet, lentils and most delicious Lavash Bread.

Finally, Yerevan appeared on the horizon. The driver from the border took eight hours and all the journey from Tehran, 31 hours. When the bus entered the main square to let us go, no one touched or chosen. How can we?