On our way westwards, we were in the middle of somewhere trying to hitchhike when this truck clumsily pulled over. He agreed to give us a ride some 50km ahead. A nice guy he was, with a lot of stories to tell. His name was Mehdi.
“Mehdi, I love yellow!” I said. “I hated the color yellow.” He replied. “But I got this truck and I just began to like it.”
“Yeah dude! Yellow is the color of luck.” I said.
Mehdi with his yellow truck gave us a lift till the Nobaran exit. He was going to upload rocks from a mine and take them to Saveh. When we got off we walked a little father, then we realized he got off too. He wanted to give us back the bag of Ajil (it’s a mixture of nuts, seeds, pistachios and stuff) we’d left for him. We told him it’s his, but he wouldn’t accept so Soroush went and got it back. On the way, before we get off, Mehdi told us a strange story:
“My dad knew the exact time he was gonna die. It’s like he had a vision of some sort. He said I’ll die this week, either on Thursday or Friday.” Mehdi explained. “When it was Friday he told everyone to get out of the house. He said leave and come back tonight. Then he called me and said tell your grandfather if he wants to see his son he should come and see me now, because this is gonna be the last day. So I went and told my grandfather. He said your dad always talks about this stuff. It’s nonsense. Let it go.”
“When we got back to the house later that day, we saw that he’d had a brain stroke in the bathroom. He was dead.”
We separated from Mehdi and went ahead to the west. Towards Hamedan. Look! A blue pickup stopped. RUUUN!
He told us to we can get in the back. “I’ll close the door so the police won’t see you, because if they do I’ll have to pay the fine. You guys shouldn’t stand up either.” We complied. I took out my camera to take a photograph but his companion, went and hid. He didn’t like to be in pictures.