Barbad farahani
Mittwoch, 2. Juni 2021
ich habe ein handschrift, das wirst aber nie finden du oarsch, solange ich lebe
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There have been a lot of headlines in the last 10 days. I didn't write, maybe it's because of this balcony. It constantly reminds me of my childhood in Iran and our neighbor's house, and me as a thinker: Javadi and his children look at me indifferently, untouched, foreign. As if I were a Japanese person in my own country, or Chinese. Lale, the daughter, was a year younger than me, and she looked just as uninterested as her brother, who was two years older. I've been mentally preoccupied with these riddles for three months. At the beginning of the fourth month, we flew to Vienna, the riddle unsolved until...
Son of the bitch in Iran, has become an organizer too with the Iranian government, instead of reducing this fascist country to powder after 25 years of holocaust secret camera system, Iran blackmails Austria to continue the action. That is also the reason why I am alive, Dirty fucking luck in a dirty fucking miserable situation
the voices are rational, witness and observer:Ali Eslami Gilani, the entire network is in the murder plot, including the parents. Bahador and Behrang with their entire network. Amir Schirazi, Ahmad Hashemi, Nasser Alizadeh, Nayereh Gharib, Mina Ahadi, and thousands of others in the city. All are connected to Wiener
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