یک برنامه بود توی ایران بنام زیر گنبد کبود. توی اون آقای حکایتی قصه میگفت و بازیگران دیگه آن را اجرا میکردند. یک بار که حوصله مون سر رفته بود نشستیم پای این برنامه. اولا که خود قصه بسیار بیمزه بود. توی اون یک سری از کارکترها آدم بودند ولی حیوانات مقوایی بودند. کسانی که حیوانات را تکون میدادند اصلا هیچ تلاشی نمیکردند که خودشون را قایم کنند و بوضوح پشت حیوانات مقوایی دیده میشدند. و بدترینش هم این بود که توی این قصه یک مادربزرگ بود که نقش مادربزرگ را یک مرد بازی میکرد.
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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