Kathy to Hilary, April 14, 1973 letter, Tehran, Iran May 27
One of these days I really will send this letter to you. Here I’ve been talking to you in my mind, and all this time you think that I don’t want to write to you anymore.
Although it was hard to leave Jan behind even for three days, I was glad to go on the anthro trip to Mazanderan and Golestan because everyone else was getting on my nerves. I had a fitting for my prom dress and I thought I’d murder someone with pinking shears if they didn’t stop poking at me. The dress is my own idea and if I don’t kill the tailor and my mother before the prom, I’ll send you a picture.
I just wanted to look out the minibus window at the mountains and dream, but ended up talking a lot to Jonathan, who is a sabra from Israel, and Shahnaz. We heard the same Googoosh tapes over and over and over again, with the girls singing and dancing in their seats. We spent the first night in Gorgan, and the girls were all so excited you’d think they’d never been away from home without their parents. Come to think of it, they probably hadn’t. I don’t think we got any sleep.
Mt. Damavand 
5:24:03 AM 
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