Tehran

Anoush’s flight lands into Iran on schedule.  He feels a little ripple of tension on his spine.  He is in first class and is able to depart the flight before many others.  He heads to the immigration line.

The customs officer wanting to exercise his sense of power asks, “What is your purpose in Iran?” 

“I am here on business.”  

“How long do you expect to stay?” 

“I will be here one to two weeks no more.” 

He stamps his passport.  “Good, go pick up your luggage at the conveyor.”

Anoush thinks, I am in the country, my first hurdle is over. 

 

Finding his luggage on the conveyor belt he picks up his bag and walks towards the exit.