Odd, intense and introspective narrative illustrating some moments in a National bus driver's life in Tehran, during a driving strike and so forth. Sans spoilers, Yusuf is merely habitating as unrest and revolution swirl around his mundane existence. The pivotal lapses in his judgement and perfectly poor coincidences push him to his blindfolded judgement in front of his holy, pious, brutal confessor. Poetic imagery blooms on every page until we may or may not return to an ordinary life in Iran.
A beautiful gift of short literature in an ugly world, that turns inward and backward to slowly love the story forward in time.