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This time, I remember

It\’s been 30 years since I left Iran, and I still know I\’m going back some day, because I have to see that house again, to stand before the yard door and discover if it\’s indeed 12 feet high, or if I\’ve imagined it so, to ring the doorbell and see if I can hear its chime echo up and down the street.

Hide ‘n’ seek no child’s game in fleeing Iran

His friends devised a plan. Two of them would wait outside the terminal in a car with the engine running, in case Melamed had to make a quick getaway. Two other friends and a Revolutionary Guard who had been bribed would wait inside the terminal to help the businessman escape if something went wrong.

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