My aunt Mansoureh had this condition that I have had for 6 years: Austrians want to kill me. Nobody believed her, even my mother called her crazy, she said: the nuns in the student hostel wanted to kill me, she fled to Vienna three times, the third time she was sent to Tehran with severe depression, fear of death and psychosis. She lived in fear and panic until the end of her life. At 18, she flew to France as a genius student, learned the language within 6 months and started studying. The photo is my aunt next to Rana and my mother in 1986 paris