With a cry of relief and a big swing I threw my hijab overboard, together with that grain of salt. Then, I rapidly took off my long, black dress.
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50 shades of blue (EN)
‘Trien, where has your smile gone?’ After three days of Iran, my much promised land, I suddenly realised that since crossing the border in Noorduz I have laughed little or not at all.
50 tinten blauw (NL)
‘Waar is jouw lach gebleven Trien?’ Na drie dagen Iran, mijn beloofde land, drong het plots tot me door. Sedert de grensovergang in Noorduz lachte ik niet of nauwelijks.
trien trapt 