Iran before Morocco 2 (2008-2011)

The evening was as blue as any other, occasionally disrupted by light and sound that accompanied each other at odd calculations. No, the storm was surely absent. My violin instructor finally rings the bell. It is unlike him to be two hours late. He strokes his forehead with a handkerchief: the first occasion used before me. His overall look is disheveled for which he apologizes greatly. The gentleman explains that he was interrupted in the streets; that police officers grabbed him; that he was searched and probed; that he was pushed and pulled; that his violin case left his grasp; that he questioned the harm; that there was no harm but questioning; that his questions were questionable; that he was questionable; that he was questioned for two hours; that his violin case was mistaken for a firearm case, and was now free to go.