Kathy to Hilary, July 22, 1972 cont., Tehran, Iran Do you remember going to see “Gone with the Wind” at Fort Myers? Remember how weird you thought it was that they played the national anthem and that everyone stood up and saluted--and some spazzes even sang along? Well, they play the national anthem at movies here too, but it just means people talk a little louder. I think I told you the Iranian national anthem reminds me of “O Tannenbaum.”
Elephant farts. 
We usually go to the English movie showing but sometimes we don’t make it and see them dubbed in Farsi. Usually I get the drift or I get a drift or if I don’t then I’m adrift zzzzzzzzzz. Everyone is talking and eating melon seeds or sometimes popped hemp seeds (low THC content darn) or greasy thick potato chips. I’m a fiend for pofack namaky, which are cheese puffs. Only the theater at Gulf District has popcorn. Did I ever tell you that the Persian word for popcorn, chos-e fil, means “elephant fart”?
Tomorrow comes a real break in my routine--I get to go to the hospital at 8 a.m. to get my back looked at. Thrills and chills. And then perhaps I’ll write yet another essay for Theory of Knowledge and move the silly teacher to tears--how my youthful idealism has been cruelly destroyed by the evil cynical world and how I left the paths of righteousness, singing, never to return.
Shall I pray for you and your Red Headed Honey? Or is that gone with the wind? It sounded like a very delicate thing at best.
5:31:02 AM 
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