Our driver drifted 180 degrees at the end of the road. Some middle age woman was putting wet clothes on the string. She was surprised when we stop next to her. Our friend asked her in farsi how can we leave the village, which road we have to take? We all understand her answer when she pointed her finger to the direction we just came. Tony wanted to run to the mountains and left car there. I was screaming "Yes and guys on motorbikes will catch us in 5 minutes." Actually everyone in the car was screaming all ideas and thoughts. I was ready to went in the car same way back, even rub through our attackers. Our friend who was driving got the same insane idea. There wasn't any other way how to get through.
Now it would be good to tell story of Kamron, thanks to him and his family I'm able to write this post now.
When Max and Georg stopped in the village, no one would started hunt on them. They arrived in well known car with well known villagers. They didn't do anything suspicious and most important, they wasn't in line of sight of the crowd, because the car stopped in the little street between houses.
They disembarked from the car and were looking around, waiting for us. When we arrived to the village and the whole action was launched, they just stood, unable to move or do anything. It's was so unexpected and violent. After few moments Kamron tried to help. He wasn't able to get close but he called his family and they came to save us. They definitely succeed. When we were stuck in dead end they stopped with their bodies motorbikes and the rest of the crowd who came later. They explained them that we are harmless and will not report anything. This approach works. Kamron's uncle was important figure in the village. I didn't ask what exactly was his position there but you can see the difference. So they came for us in his car, we have to change the car and left the stuff in our car there. We were so scared and shaking so much.
It was so relieving, he was speaking to us without pause: "Everything will be ok, don't worry."
When we passed by all people, who just moments ago wanted to kill us, I wasn't even able to look at their faces. They didn't look more friendly. Anyway we were in locked car again but this time their intimate presence wasn't so terrified.
This way to Kamron's house was so long and you could easily walk next to the car.
My concept of time has radically changed. Time at the beginning of village run so fast but it was completely opposite near the dead end and on the way to Kamron's house.
When we finally get there and I got out of the car I was still shaking. They took us into house and were reminding us that everything is ok, we're safe there.Kamron's grandmother was using offensive language to the anonymous crowd. She was standing next in the yard and shouting as loud as she could. I still have her picture in my mind as it would happened few seconds ago. There were a lot of people from the house around us. I felt safe.
Our German friends were already in the room, eager to learn all details about situation. Anyone could see that we were still in the shock. Kamron couldn't look into our eyes. He invited us for lunch but circumstances almost caused our lives. He was also shocked by his neighbours. We sat on the floor and got great lunch prepared by Kamron's family. It was hard to ate anything but after some time i could even feel taste of food.
Kamron was all the time quiet. It was concluded that after the lunch we will not stay in the village longer.
Kamron's cousin drove our car out of the valley and we in the car with his uncle were transported to our car.
When we were leaving the valley I saw that some people on motorbikes left village few minutes before us.
I got the feeling that they could meet us somewhere on the way to Shahrekord. Looking around the road, expecting the worse. Such a lovely journey back to Isfahan. Fortunately nothing happened. We changed for the bus and arrived in Isfahan, where we met our friends.
We are lucky friends, being on the wrong place in the wrong time and still get over without any physical harm is unbelievable. When I'm telling this story to some of my friends I'm smiling. It's not real smile, it's relieving smile. Being so close to the dead could change person. I knew that it changed me and it will influence some of my actions in the future. I was asked if we will come again to Sarche, do you know what I replied?
Now it would be good to tell story of Kamron, thanks to him and his family I'm able to write this post now.
When Max and Georg stopped in the village, no one would started hunt on them. They arrived in well known car with well known villagers. They didn't do anything suspicious and most important, they wasn't in line of sight of the crowd, because the car stopped in the little street between houses.
They disembarked from the car and were looking around, waiting for us. When we arrived to the village and the whole action was launched, they just stood, unable to move or do anything. It's was so unexpected and violent. After few moments Kamron tried to help. He wasn't able to get close but he called his family and they came to save us. They definitely succeed. When we were stuck in dead end they stopped with their bodies motorbikes and the rest of the crowd who came later. They explained them that we are harmless and will not report anything. This approach works. Kamron's uncle was important figure in the village. I didn't ask what exactly was his position there but you can see the difference. So they came for us in his car, we have to change the car and left the stuff in our car there. We were so scared and shaking so much.
It was so relieving, he was speaking to us without pause: "Everything will be ok, don't worry."
When we passed by all people, who just moments ago wanted to kill us, I wasn't even able to look at their faces. They didn't look more friendly. Anyway we were in locked car again but this time their intimate presence wasn't so terrified.
This way to Kamron's house was so long and you could easily walk next to the car.
My concept of time has radically changed. Time at the beginning of village run so fast but it was completely opposite near the dead end and on the way to Kamron's house.
When we finally get there and I got out of the car I was still shaking. They took us into house and were reminding us that everything is ok, we're safe there.Kamron's grandmother was using offensive language to the anonymous crowd. She was standing next in the yard and shouting as loud as she could. I still have her picture in my mind as it would happened few seconds ago. There were a lot of people from the house around us. I felt safe.
Our German friends were already in the room, eager to learn all details about situation. Anyone could see that we were still in the shock. Kamron couldn't look into our eyes. He invited us for lunch but circumstances almost caused our lives. He was also shocked by his neighbours. We sat on the floor and got great lunch prepared by Kamron's family. It was hard to ate anything but after some time i could even feel taste of food.
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| lunch |
Kamron's cousin drove our car out of the valley and we in the car with his uncle were transported to our car.
When we were leaving the valley I saw that some people on motorbikes left village few minutes before us.
I got the feeling that they could meet us somewhere on the way to Shahrekord. Looking around the road, expecting the worse. Such a lovely journey back to Isfahan. Fortunately nothing happened. We changed for the bus and arrived in Isfahan, where we met our friends.
We are lucky friends, being on the wrong place in the wrong time and still get over without any physical harm is unbelievable. When I'm telling this story to some of my friends I'm smiling. It's not real smile, it's relieving smile. Being so close to the dead could change person. I knew that it changed me and it will influence some of my actions in the future. I was asked if we will come again to Sarche, do you know what I replied?
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