25/01/2026
What I remember from my journey to Iran is a long, silent breath of the earth that blends inexorably with the noisy chaos of the city of Tehran, then fades again and reappears in the silence of the desert and its desert towns. Isfahan itself embodies this emblematic union of two conditions.
And everywhere, always, I found the calm and serenity of the people, their courtesy, and that gaze that seems to come from far away, the quiet rhythm of their daily lives, something that brought me back into balance despite the heat of the summer.
I am very sorry that the image of Iran abroad is so often one of clashes and violence. History teaches us that an elected government represents a people but is not the people itself. The evolution of the two does not always move in parallel, and when they diverge, the freedom to reform must return exclusively to the people, according to their will.
