فروخته شده در دوشنبه الفارسية 1401

An officer, upon learning of my involvement, announced that a detective would be here shortly to speak with me. That man is now sitting in front of me... My mind was so disturbed by worry and lack of sleep that I did not notice his name or the formalities of his introduction at all. But I could guess what kind of information he was looking for. I saw no difference between him and those journalists who gather in the street and are always eager to pry. They are all hungry for answers that I have never understood. I wish I could just run away, from this place and from this moment. I heard someone say, "Tell me how the story started?", in my head the voice of the reporter was mixed with the voice of the detective facing me. I wasn't exactly sure which one of them asked. However, I suddenly saw the past year with startling clarity. It was as if I was seeing it through a lens; I could see the intertwined paths that had brought each of us here, each step was like a domino that was necessary to break the next step. Regretfully, I nodded slowly and remembered that I was answering it. "It all started with a photo."