I was sitting in my Mercedes Benz, I don't have a photo of it, Amg 320 Turbo diesel.... I never drove it, Mansour drove it. So there are two things I will never have: a driver's license and an Iranian passport. In any case, I drove with Mansour to a customer outside of Vienna. The trip was full of head cinema soul and blues, but no fantasy no mental images can replace that: I wanted to sell carpets and Mansour thought that the customer's wife wanted to fuck him right away. When the customer wanted to show his car and vintage car collection, he stayed in the kitchen with his wife..... I'll be right back