Today I sent an e-mail to a friend saying "...my cultural life has stopped from the time I left Iran." She thought that is a funny statement. "It is almost a statement that is in praise of life in Iran!"
That is a statement in praise of the cultural life in Iran: Intellectuals there were more genuine about what they were doing, everybody was so eager to know more about every thing, and thoughts were mostly coming from the hearts rather than magazines and fashions.
I don't know. My memory is fading out the reality of my life. So I might be right, or I might be just glorifying a past, because that past is gradually leaving my brain.