
Remembering a pool in Tehran
In 2010, I boarded a plane in Frankfurt, bound for Tehran. What made me take this trip to Iran? I had fled the country as
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In 2010, I boarded a plane in Frankfurt, bound for Tehran. What made me take this trip to Iran? I had fled the country as
The first pool I went to was a bus ride away from my house. I was six but I still know the smell of it—and
Did we ever think it would last this long? I don’t mean the lockdown. I mean the swimming. It was an unlikely premise: a pool,
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