According to my old friend who now lives in north Tehran,"Poleh Roomi" Street, Germany (like Turkey, Britain, Russia and France, late 19th century world powers) has two embassies, two residents in Tehran, one in down town for official daily works and an unbelievably vast, spacious and beautiful garden in the north Tehran as the ambassador’s summer resident. Anyway this doesn't concern us. We just need to know that in recent years Germany has built a few separate two-story houses for her office clerks in her garden. Where the garden ends (in Poleh Romi St.) my friend's garden begins and the eastern corner of the balcony of the house in the embassy meets with the southern corner of the balcony of my friend's house, making an L. They cannot see each other but they can hear each other’s voice if they don’t whisper.
Yesterday this friend of mine was sitting in his balcony eating watermelon with his little daughter when he suddenly and unintentionally over heard this conversation between this office clerk and his wife. The wife said:
I'm worried about this new gardener, this, what's his name "Akar kazni"?
The husband, who apparently was eating watermelon or cucumber, interrupted her: Don't worry about him.
Listen to me Sigrid! (not his real name) when you are out he comes into the house...
The husband still eating: I said don't worry about him he is a crazy old man, don't pay any attention to him, and his name is "Akbar Ghazvini" not "Akar...
Fuck his name! I don't believe it! Are you listening to me...
Ye, ye, I'm listening. I told you my dear don't pay any...
Are you insane?!...
Not me, him...
I'm telling you when you are out, he comes inside the house and he fucks me, and does it not like any other man I know...
The husband still eating: I told you, he doesn't know what he is doing, don't worry.
What?!!!
I'm telling you darling, don't worry about it, If you must know, he comes inside the house when you are out and he fucks me too, he is crazy.