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TEHRAN  12 JULY 2010 When the train arrived at Tehran Station at 7am, the ordinary life of the Teharanians had already started.  I encountered crowds who were going either left or right. With Ferhat’s help I boarded a bus to Imam Khomeini Square. I didn’t need to feel lonely as I overheard so many speak Turkish in so many places in Iran. The work of the municipality employees had begun earlier.  A few cleaners were working in the square.  I remember feeling good again that an attendant was hosing the grass in the square when the hot July sun had not yet risen over Tehran with its hot light.  Yet I saw so many plates on the walls that have similar shapes and writing.    They did not look like a normal street name or road sign.  I approached to examine them and saw that the texts were  related to Quran verses in Persian, Arabic and English.  I could not read the Persian or Arabic; I could read the Engl...