the last wedding i attended in iran was in 1984 in teheran pars, aunt kobra's house, and after lunch there was a breakdance show, my uncle davood asked me: do you see the children, why don't you move like paranormal djinns? i laughed and answered: i specialize in boycotted islands, the records for dancing have all melted, or do they still have records?! he didn't understand a word and just laughed and said: what your grandfather says is true: you will either be a poet, esoteric or president