Kerman > Yazd
In the morning we visited the local bazaar in Kerman. A book binding shop in the covered bazaar attracted me. It was a beautiful shop filled with intricate leather and cloth book covers. Two gentlemen said hello to me and we struck up a conversation. After a few minutes, the owner introduced the younger man to me as a “ Hero of 1979 Iranian Revolution”. He seemed to be a shy and humble person.
Kerman is about 200 miles from the Afghan border and seems to be a haven for a substantial number of refugees from the wars. In the bazaar I noticed two men in ethnic Afghan clothing and said hello to them. We asked each other where we were from. They said that they were from Herat.
Traveling with the same group for 10 days, I began to learn about the personal histories of our fellow travelers. That day I found out that one of our members was a retired CIA officer. This man usually sat in the front of bus while I sat in the back, so I hadn’t talked with him much before. Another traveler told me that he was ex-CIA. At that moment I understood why this man displayed such great “people skill “. Whenever there were local people around he struck up conversations with them with great ease and friendliness. I guess that is one important qualification for his former profession. In our bus he was usually very quiet.
At the entrance to a small local museum, I saw Mr. ex-CIA talking to a young soldier who was guarding the entrance. The soldier saw my camera and asked me to take his photo with Mr. ex-CIA. I was amused because Amir had told us never to take pictures of uniforms. Now a uniformed man had asked me to take his picture.