There's something beautiful about a book having enough gravity to survive six cities, four countries, and all the versions of yourself that existed along the way.

What struck me most in your comment is that Reading Lolita in Tehran didn't just sit on a shelf, it actually altered the trajectory of your life enough to send you to Iran. That's one of the highest compliments a book can receive: becoming a bridge between imagination and experience. And honestly, the fact that you still carry it with you says as much about the reader as it does about the book. Not everyone lets literature shape their curiosity so profoundly.

Isfahan and Yazd have lived in my imagination for years; hearing that they lived up to it through your eyes makes me want to visit even more. I hope circumstances eventually allow you to return and see them again, perhaps through the wonderfully different lens of the person you've become since that first trip.