I volunteered to be a driver for the 1994 World Cup. During one of our training sessions I came across another Iranian, Ali Najafi, who worked there. After exchanging pleasantries and sharing stories of how we ended up in the US, he gave me a Snickers bar and told me that each bar was an entry for World Cup prizes. Then, almost as an after thought, he handed me the whole box and said that since they were free for him I might as well take them all and increase my chances. None of them were a winner.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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