#France, #Paris, Père Lachaise Cemetery
Tears from one statue to another, from one battle to another, the same tears flow over the hopes of our Humanity.
Condemned to exile, I left Iran for France on March 25, 1981. For a long time, I thought my time away would be of short duration, just a brief deviation on my path, a pause until the fall of the mullahs. Almost thirty years later, I live my life fully in the present. Each country I find myself in is my own. At the cemetery of Père Lachaise, on a rainy somber day in November 1984, I began to realize that this pleasant “deviation” in the legendary West was taking on a rather definitive cast. At the time, I was a war correspondent, and I enjoyed a certain solitude in France. We were burying an Iranian friend, a thinker and writer. We felt the bitter taste of death in exile, imagining our lifeless bodies interred in a soil which was not our own. It was raining and the congregation were all ensconced under umbrellas. I sought a position above them in order to show the vast number of people present. Suddenly, within my viewfinder, I perceived the quasi-human face of this statue which seemed to be weeping. Its gaze, directed right at me, seemed to reflect my own sadness.
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