Bushehr, the city of fish & warmth

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I miss Bushehr, the seaport where in my parents were born and my family’s heritage is anchored. I miss its narrow rundown alleys, its hot humid climate, and the noisy air-conditioners waging war with the heat most of the year.

I miss my long walks along the shore where people camped and fished and worried and laughed, and where, came the evening,  the flaming sun on the horizon touched down and sank into the sea, with that unique almost audible “jzzz….”

I lovingly miss Bushehr’s fresh vegetable market tainted with the stink of fish and shrimp.

And above all, I miss the taste of those hard-earned, deadly spicy-hot foods, offered in the crowded sofreh with open hearts and smiling faces.

[Pictures taken by my sister, in 2012. Thank you Pari!]