Construction Never Ends...

A visit to the dam which may be built soon! The text below is just my immediate thoughts after visiting the dam site and it doesn't contain the after-thoughts!, so don't take it so seriously!In fact I'm trying another writing style. Let me know if you like or hate it! Thanks

Rough Rocks,Explosion,Great determination,Human's great pure power,Enormous holes.
Screaming silence surrounded the site which is broken by hostile disputes. Clandestine resources under ground & the engineers with Mideast political dreams and disabled abilities. The people around are nice but not smart! There is the integral demand for one or even more Super Leader(s).There are Stones,Rocks & Thorns but not Flowers!

The willpower to dig and demolish but to construct also! and amid these variable thoughts it's the exquisite glamorous Spanish Guitar notes which is finding its way through my mind. Some kind of honor or glory has established itself in this field of large construction and civilization even though it is taking place in a 3rd world country. Endless roads which lead to a better life but still the problems ,errors and problem posers...

Strong tires of a strong dozer pressing the soil and the treasure inside!The joy beyond description and the paralyzed words.Appreciation is needed. Thanks to America, Russia or whoever made the power to build the extremes. Some sleepy sounds tired of today's trip penetrating the vast wild panorama of a pure nature.

Inside the Tunnel, mud,mud and mud , rock, rock and rock, power , power and power, Spread dim light breaks the full darkness. An offensive lamp is scary when the culture of norms is darkness.

Lunch, and the relaxing chemicals which pour themselves right into your blood,although it is not such a splendid feast.

3 o'clock, rather finished all those essential and demanding missions...
The fruit half-eaten, the pen and the paper and the free space lying ahead...

Taxi drivers or street racers!? This is the question! (1)

I thought that it would be a nice idea to start writing from the only thing we rank #1 in the world! and that's the number of people who get killed on the roads because of the extremely dreadful accidents! let me first give you a brief shocking statistics :

- In the last 7 years : 140,000 people killed & 12 million injured in the car accidents !

- 38% of the people who die every year are victims of the car accidents!

- From every 100,000 people, 275 persons experience terrible accidents every year that 237 persons of them get hurt an 38 persons get killed!

Let's not continue it any more. I think you will be resented by too much concentrating on the statistics but here I have more for you!

Now it's about the time to let you know how it feels to be in an Iranian Taxi! After all it is beyond the ability of the statistics!

When you get on a taxi the first thing which surprises you is that neither the driver nor the passengers fasten their safety belts! Some of the taxis which are about 20-30 years old, haven't got safety belts at all! Then the driver floors the accelerator pedal and doesn't care about anything else! He doesn't care about the crowded,narrow,bumpy streets, about his unsafe car! and above all about his terrified passengers!

As the odometer needle rises, my heart rate goes up too. In a usual riding on taxi my heart rate is maybe something around 120. The narrow streets, speedy cars which passes away and a sudden heavy traffic which appears out of nowhere! This is the procedure of a riding on a taxi. The population of the city which I'm Living in is something around 1.2 million but because of the heavy traffic that appears now and then in your direction, it takes something about 45 minutes to go through 10 kilometers ...

Next part will be published soon!

Let's get started!

Hi
I'm Hatef,16,from the third world,Iran!
I just created this blog to present a more clear image of the third world specially the country which I'm living in,Iran .

You know I am not going to write about political things going around here in the middle east! I just consider describing the world which I'm living in, A really different world an a strange one for people living abroad. I'll let you know how it feels to live in such an undeveloped country.I'll write about fun & unfortunately sad events taking place in here which you can hardly dream of !

Generally I think The Third World is a place where you can't expect anything to work properly for you, in fact if you see something works acceptable in here you can be sure that a miracle is taking place !

But Professor Hesaabi the great physician and the only Iranian person who attended Einstein's high level classes has got a better opinion about the third world!

Once one of his students in a French college asks him how it likes to live in the 3rd world, an overwhelming answer comes to his mind at once : " 3rd world is a place where if you want to play a roll in building the undeveloped world, you'll find your own home demolished, and if you want to build your own life you'll have to damage your own country!"

This idea I think explains every thing about the third world. In the next posts I'll try my best to write more detailed about the life matters in here like driving, building , schooling , etc.

By the way English is the 3rd language I have been forced to learn (I don't master English at all!), so I apologize you because of the probable grammatical, spelling,etc mistakes!

Thanks & Bye