A bad sign...

Back in Tehran, it was back to normal work, again looking for worthwhile coverage but still in vain with no lights on sight through the dark tunnel.
I went out to dinner with my Japanese colleague visiting from Tokyo and had a nice dinner for a change. Sadly my talks went to those glorious days of the past and I didn't really talk about my future. Actually I admitted that I had no insights about the future. It's always a bad sign when I reflect on my past and realize that I've even thought about quitting this job not long ago. The thinking process gets worse and worse saying to myself why I hadn't quit at that time. Well it's too late now that I have so many responsibilities and any complaints or excuses I give is just considered as giving in and giving up. I have to burn my samurai spirits again and turn on the switch of a confident

To change my spirit a little...

having a nice steak for dinner at a Continental restaurant