Kathy to Hilary, November 16, 1971, Tehran, Iran Nov. 16, 1971
Dear Hilary Bacas [written in Persian script]
It was a nice thing to get a letter from you as I’m sick in bed with an ailment commonly known as “History Test today.” I was studying and was suddenly struck down by a strange nausea. Very mysterious.
It was the prince’s birthday a few days ago and we watched the fireworks. They were beautiful, like all fireworks but of course I imagine the dragons and volcanoes Gandalf created and nothing ever quite measures up.
Palang (Panther) and Crown Prince Reza 
In your father’s new job at the Star I suppose he’ll be forced to go to the Kennedy Center and places like that. What does his new job entail (?spelling?). Maybe you could inform us. It’s a pity that Alex gained back his hard lost 40 pounds. I haven’t even been bothering about losing weight, but I haven’t gained any either. My father is in the States now. I’m not sure I know when he’s due back. I don’t really care about going “home” anymore as there is no home there, no place to go back to. [Yeow! Sorry HGB.] What with learning German and getting back into Spanish I also want to go to Europe. I know it’s trendy at the moment...still, I want to see it all. I love German--it’s so similar to English yet different. I plan to take German II during the summer. Dad wants to go to Germany summer after next. He speaks German. Farzad does too. I’m trying to learn to read, write and speak Farsi, but all I can do now is understand and pretend I’m mute. At horsie I understand what they say, and it’s imperative that I do, or else I wouldn’t be able to ride. I wish today weren’t a horsie day, because I’ll have to miss it because I’m “sick.”
Poor Farzad, he is one of those people who aim only to be rich and make money. He knows he won’t have to worry--when he is 21 he’ll get the factories, buy a couple of race horses, and a few fancy cars and race around Tehran trying to find a whore with out suzok (the clap). It sounds like I’m mad at him, but I’m not--that’s all he seems to want.
Bucket has been growing like the little weed she is, but hasn’t gained a pound in two years. Steve hasn’t grown a bit, and I feel like I’m shrinking because everyone but me wears platform shoes. Steve got the lead part in the Halloween play about Alladin--I don’t know how you spell it in English. (If you think the grammar in this letter is bad, you should hear me speak. Atrocious!)
5:04:52 AM 
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