Travel note in Persia 18 A woman at a village

Travel note in Persia 18, A woman at a village

　We went out for buying Nan (Bread) to a nearby village after breakfast with the uncle by his car. It is called Lavash, flat thin breads. People keep them months at home.

It is dry in Tehran and Ardebil. People make a lot of Lavash dry wrapping by a cloth, and make them soft by water before eating.

　We arrived at a small village. There were some houses and mud walls. It was a very large wilderness except this village. I could see the sky more widely because all the houses were one-storied.

They have some hills which soil was piled up in the height of 2 or 3 meters in the higher place of the village.

　When I was looking at them casually, the uncle asked me.

"What do you think these are?"

I thought those were made by dark brown soil and straw mixed.

"These are the hills of the excrement of sheeps and cows. Village people mix them with straw. After those became completely dry, people use them as like charcoal little by little. Nan which were cooked in Tandool (oven) is very delicious. That's why many people from the city come to buy Nan here."

　They have no paved roads. The car was jolted on the natural village road. We arrived at a house made by soil.

The uncle stopped the car in front of the door and called someone. A young woman who covered the chador of a deep color came out.

　He asked Nan to her. She did not answer anything and went into the house. Then she brought the big bunch of Nan easily wrapped in cloth.

The uncle's family periodically buy Nan in this house. They seemed to sell Nan to some people they know well. The uncle put the package of Nan in the trunk of the car as it was.

Tandool under the ground

　My husband asked to show us their Tandool (oven). Again she said nothing but showed us around. I appreciated her by some Azerbaijan Turkish words I know. But she ignored.

She brought us the hut next to the main house. There was a hole on the floor of the hut. The hole was a big jar of Tandool which was buried under the ground.

They put chacoal into a bottom. Then what made the dough of Nan flat were stuck in the wall of Tandool. They will be baked in a moment because Lavash is very thin.

The hut had a hole of Tandool but was a ordinal barn to keep farm implements. I could not imagin how to use many of the implements. We appreciated and left.

"Why does she never speak?"

I asked the uncle through my husband.

"We are outsiders in this village. She might be very shy."

I do not exactly about it. But country women seemed to be very moderate as far as I saw the relative's women.