Teheran, not like a megalopolis at the foot of the volcanoes, but like a character. Teheran, not as though inhabited, but inhabiting itself, shifting, changing face, mood, body. Teheran, strange, familiar, wild, and welcoming. Teheran, entered wiyhout anyone having knocked at the door. Teheran cut through at top speed by a penetrating gaze, like a stray arrow, a leaf carried on the wind. Teheran, its bustling days and secret nights, burning with a thousand lights. Teheran, as you've never seen it before.