It’s as if we were born with a homesick heart.

Ten days ago, after a two-month gap since my last chance to travel to Iran this year, I made the trip to Tabriz at a relatively high cost. Ticket prices were staggering, and exit fees were at their maximum. In short, the cost of my fourth trip exceeded the sum of the previous two trips. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

One main goal of this trip was to complete the prerequisites for forming a team to outsource the company’s projects remotely with members of the Tabriz community, from power of attorney to company registration and other legal matters. I’m very happy about that.

The second highlight was a workshop held with the Tabriz open software community, thanks to the efforts of dear Alireza Nezami. I tried to share all my experiences as concisely as possible, which ended up being two hours. If any friends couldn’t attend or have further questions, they can visit the contact page.

A few days before the trip, my eczema (less fancy name: hives), which has been a companion of my days and most nights since childhood, flared up due to overconsumption of canned fish and the special sauce at Yusuf Köfteci restaurant, leaving my mouth in terrible shape. For now, I’ve resorted to cetirizine until I can metaphorically “throw some dirt on myself” later.

Postscript 1: Damn Tabriz airport.
Postscript 2: Unpacking is a nightmare.