Travel note in Persia 4 The house from now

Travel note in Persia 4, The house from now

We passed one more Meidoon before arriving Parents' house. The house was in the quiet residence town.

It was the condominium of the tile tension same as the neiborhood. It had parking in the first floor. The parking lots seemed to be more than the number of the residence.

We came back by six cars. Some of the cars were put in the parking, some aside the road. All of the people, more than 30 people came into the parking.

A sheep had taken inside of the parking. Until the celebration was done, no one must enter the house.

In Iran sheeps are slaughtered for the festival or a big happy event. In other words, they make sucrifice in front of people, and break up later and cook it.

Though I had watched on television a sight like this ceremony, it was for the things of another world with me. And I did not think it made in the parking of the modern condominium of Tehran.

"If you are unpleasant, face backward." my husband told me. But I was curious to watch it.

The uncle came from the country and was professional on cutting sheeps into pieces. He put the sheep to lay on the ground and caught the neck.

One more person caught the body. The sheep could not move.

He turned on a tap, and made the sheep to drink the last water. The face of it was turned in the direction of the Mecca.

The uncle took the big knife in his hand, and lifted the head. He cut the neck at a breath.

Then blood was shed in the ground here to the sewer of the parking. They repressed the sheep whose legs sometimes moved a little even if the neck was cut off. They kept running water to the cut end until blood came out completely.

I wanted to watch it by curiousity but a chill came over me.

The parents' house

Finally we went into the house. I tried to carry a baggage by myself because it was the first floor, but boys did all.

I took my children and went into the house. When I opened the entrance, it was a big hall.

It seemed a living room which had more than 50 square meters. It had high ceiling, white wall, and reflected vividly only persian carpets in the space.

"Well, here it is." the nephew said in English. He was a junior high school student and learned English newly.

"Put the baggage in this room. Here is your room." and Father walked slowly and guided to the back room.

The persian carpets of many sizes were spread on the floor of the living room, and three chandelliers were on the ceilling.

It seemed very wide because they put only a pair of sofas, cushions, a televesion shelf. It seemed to be confortable even if 30 people would gather.

They sit on the floor like Japan in the room. They sit with their legs crossed or sit at ease.

We call this sitting style "Agura" in Japanese. It means exactly Persian or Turkish sitting. Iranians, both men and women sit "Agura" as we say.