Voices boomed from the rooftop on the drive to the Tehran airport. “Allah Akbar (God is great)! Death to the dictator! Death to this government that misleads people!” As we drove farther into southern Tehran the voices continued. My grandmother whispered to me, “This was how it was like at night in the months leading up to the Revolution.”
Last Friday afternoon I found myself seated in McNeir Hall amidst a sea of grey hair, staring expectantly at a stage filled with nothing but a grand piano.
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