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سه‌شنبه، آذر ۲۱، ۱۳۸۵



There was an air open exhibition in Leeds city centre. Some amazing photographs of wild world.
In the exhibition catalogue I read a very nice words, written in 1909, about one hundred years a go, and we still need to repeat it, say it… and we still ignore it….!
But words:

Only when the last tree has died, and the last river been poisoned, and the last fish been caught, will we realise that we can not eat money!

Source: Cree Indian 1909.

Just think about it, for a moment.

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who am I... a question I hate to answer. an Iranian. before coming to England: a writer, director and actor, specially in theatre... working with my amazing group or company( siah company, in translate it word by word it means black!) who were my best friends too... but now... a student and...and what else?the problem is that, at the moment I don"t know who am I myself, what I am doing, just in run! in scape to somwhere where I don"t know where is it exactly! that"s it.