I’m not sure where to start. The whole month of April passed without a single post on this blog. I went few weeks without even posting regular updates on The Picktures social media accounts. Not my style at all. And never a good sign.
Nothing has happened, really. I was mostly translating and trying to earn some money on projects I don’t believe in. That probably happens in each and every freelancer’s and/or creative professional’s life sometimes.
After several months of being constantly overworked I was so tired I was getting anxious and restless. Then I went to Iran, one of the few countries that literally force you to disconnect. Of course, there is Internet in Iran, and of course I’ve used it, because I still had deadlines to complete, emails to check and other nonsense to follow up on. There is internet in Iran, but its speed is so sluggish, you just don’t want to use it unless there is an emergency.
It might make you frustrated when you can’t send out a completed task to your awaiting client. Of course it does. But it also makes you more present and more focused. It makes you notice little details and create stories out of them. It puts you in perspective.
I’m not sure where to begin as my Iranian tale is a little twisted. I could start from Yazd, just because I’m a little egocentric and it was a place I loved the most in Iran. I could start from Esfahan, because I found it a great introduction to this misunderstood state.
I won’t do it. The story knows where it starts. Let me take you to Persepolis aka the Throne of Jamshid, and the ancient glory long gone.
I don’t know much about Persia and Persian Empire. I don’t remember it from school, where we mostly focused on our own battles, constantly missing a bigger picture. As unprepared as I was, I knew I wanted to see ruins of Persepolis anyway. It is a symbol, right? A capital of Achaemenid Empire, you know, that one that almost conquered the whole world.
So I went all the way south to Shiraz and set on a the most touristy journey you can pursue in Iran. I didn’t expect much. I promised myself to expect nothing from remnants of ancient empires on the very day when I went to explore Acropolis of Athens. I swear, this place broke my inner child’s heart.
But, I’m digressing. Persepolis isn’t spectacular. It’s not stunning, breathtaking or whatever cliché word travel guides tend to say about famous places. It certainly is interesting though. I liked wandering around aimlessly to find neat details. You might need a bit of imagination, but you can imagine how it could look in times when it was a real city, alive and well. You just need to let yourself to.
I called it the touristiest spot in Iran and I mean it. It is probably the only place in this enormous country where you can see tour guides with little flags and loud megaphones. Of course, the loudest one spoke my native tongue. I couldn’t hear my own thoughts for a moment. Still, the site isn’t too crowded, not yet. It will change sooner than later, so just book your tickets to Iran today. Like, really.
Enough of my talking, let the photos tell the rest of the story.
My visit to Achaemenid Empire didn’t end in Persepolis. It couldn’t be complete without paying a visit to the people who created it. This is why I went to Naqsh-e Rostam or Necropolis and I ended up liking it better than the actual city of Persepolis. Aren’t the graves carved in stone impressive? I get dizzy when I tried to imagine how they were created back in the day.
Thank you for searching for Persia with me!