There are countries that have been closed to the eyes of foreigners. This is the case of the Islamic Republic of Iran, a nation that due to repeated political conflicts has remained in deep isolation. It was a December around Christmas when I decided to go. I remember people looking at me in disbelief and wondering if I knew exactly where I was getting.

I got to know the best of the country by taking public transport through the Kerman provinces where I find myself in great steppes and inhospitable sand deserts with the unfortunate medieval citadel of Bam. The province of Fars to know Persepolis and its capital Shiraz, known as the city of flowers and poets. But Iran’s greatest treasure is Isfahan. Monumental and cosmopolitan, it exudes the elegance and refinement of Persian culture.

But Iran is not all desert or monuments since it has a green world on the Caspian coast: forests, tea fields, flooded rice fields … the north of Iran is a fertile land that goes from the 4,000 meters of the Alborz Mountains to the same sea.

Before leaving, images that I had experienced throughout the trip happened to me: the immensity of the landscape, the beauty of the mosques and palaces, Persepolis, the bustle of the bazaars, so many conversations made of gestures and smiles … And a sensation: that of leaving a country in full evolution. A country of ordinary people, who aspire to a better future.

The bad anecdote of the trip is that most of the photographs I took with the analogy camera were lost. You could see that when I took photos the reels of slides did not advance and I did not know it. It was a sign to come back again!!