At the Golestam Palace there was a sort of exhibition about the nomad popolations in Iran. In Iran there are a milion and a half nomad gruops, always looking for green grazing. I remember a little girl wearing a traditional dress. I took a picture of her. She told me something in Farsi and she ran away. After a while she came back ready for taking another picture. “I went to take the scarf, I’m more beautiful like this” Hamed translated me.
I’m more beautiful like this