Flag on a Fokker plane.
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As I entertained the possible similarities between this film and her friend's situation I was reminded of the advantages I have over most residents of the Islamic Republic of Iran - that my British passport enables me to avoid travel and work restrictions around the world. As far as I know there are a couple of countries available simply for visitation with an Iranian passport - Turkey and Russia, anywhere else and one is subject to VISA acquisition.
The topic of leaving Iran is high on the list in conversation with friends, be it my leaving or their wish to leave. When discussing this with female friends I am left with a wiff of paranoia as I hear the echos of my family warning me - "Daveed, be careful - the Iranian girls are only interested in leaving Iran...", "...they will try anything". I'm not sure they appreciate the concealed insult as they say these things - when I suggest that we might have common ground or that we are enjoying each others company I am looked at with, "Oh so naive". And with this, my merits are reduced to a little booklet and all its entitlements.
The lottery of life has landed me with this little booklet and not the limitations brought on many of my friends in here, yet I often wonder, who would remain if things were a little different.