A Memoir of a Lifetime

Rami and I met when she was a dancer in Tel Aviv. She wooed him with the same singular drive he applied to everything he wanted. We fell in love but then had two children of different fathers. One day soon after her daughter was born, Rami saw Arshadi's eyes staring at her from a cinema poster for Taste of Cherry. They hatched a plan to go to Tehran where they would find Arshadi who would tell them his own story while drinking plaque tea on the Caspian Sea. But years later Romi didn't think about it until three months ago as she watched Taste of Cherry again. The words that appear for a moment on the black screen before