Even a few months ago, I was sitting in the 1960 s of the apartment on a small table in the kitchen, is located in the heart of a vibrant in Tehran’s at the top of a building, I did some things I have done thousands of times before. I opened my laptop and posted it to my new blog. But this is the first time in six years. It almost breaks my heart.
A few weeks ago, I was suddenly pardoned and released from the evin prison in northern Tehran. I’ve always wanted to spend most of my time on these units: in November 2008, I was sentenced to nearly 20 years in prison, mainly because of what I wrote on my blog.
But at that moment, it was unexpected. One of my companions and I smoked a cigarette in the kitchen and then returned to the room I Shared with a dozen other men. The voice of the local radio announcer – another prisoner – filled all the rooms and corridors, and we were sharing a cup of tea. He declared in a flat voice, “my fellow citizens, the lucky bird sits on the shoulder of a fellow countryman again. Mr. Hussein drakeshan, from now on, you are free. ”
That night was the first time I left these doors as a free man. Everything feels fresh: the cold winds of autumn, the traffic noise from the nearby Bridges, the smells, and the colors of the cities that I have lived most of my life.
Next to me, I noticed a very different Tehran from what I used to be. A new collection of shameless luxury apartments has replaced the charming little house I am familiar with. New roads, new highways, invasive suvs. Large billboards advertise Swiss watches and Korean flat-screen TV ads. Colorful scarves and men’s clothing, hair and beard dyed men, and hundreds of charming cafes, paired with stylish western music and female employees. They are a variety of human changes; Once the normal life takes away from you, you will really notice.
Two weeks later, I started writing again. Some friends agreed to let me start a blog as part of their art magazine. I call it Ketabkhan– it means the Persian reader.
It’s been a long time in prison for six years, but it’s the Internet age. Writing on the Internet has not changed, but reading – or at least making it fast – has changed dramatically. I was told how important social networking was when I left, so I knew one thing: if I wanted to seduce people into my work, I had to use social media now.
So I tried to post a link to my story on Facebook. Facebook didn’t care. It ends up looking like a boring classified AD. No explanation. No images. No. It has three likes. Three! That’s it.
I know exactly where the situation has changed. I’m not equipped to play on this new site – my investments and efforts have burned down. I was depressed.
The log is gold, and the blogger is the rock star of 2008 when I was arrested. At that time, although the Iranian government stopped me from visiting my blog from Iran, my daily audience was about 20,000. Everyone I link to is faced with sudden and severe traffic jumps: I can authorize or embarrass anyone I want. People used to read my articles carefully and leave a lot of comments, even many people I strongly disagree with still read. Other blogs link to my discussion of what I’m talking about. I feel like a king.
The iPhone has been around for more than a year, but smartphones are still mostly used to make calls, send text messages, process email and surf the web. There are no real applications, of course not what we think today. No Instagram, no SnapChat, no Viber, no Wha tsApp.
Instead, there are networks, blogs on the web: the best places to find alternative ideas, news and analytics. They are my life.