Without looking, we have filled the world with our photos. Full of the images which we've never seen. Without gazing at the world. Then we stare at them for hours. We have given our eyes to others and now we don't remember our past. I see the green landscape in front of my apartment in Austria with my right eye and my left eye looks at the crowded alleys of my father's house in Kurdistan. But in my imagination, in a summer evening, I'm walking on Valiasr street in Tehran. Who can look at the world through my eyes?
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