Skiing in Iran
We are chivvied off the train at 3:00 a.m., a herd of shrouded refugees hoping to penetrate a hostile border. Bundled in a black coat, I’ve hastily wound a scarf around my head, my hair and my soon-to-be controversial earlobes. It’s not jewel thieves or frostbite I’m worried about. We are about to enter the … More »