A New Iranian Dilemma
It was a birthday party at my work. One of those birthdays that mostly we just gather to have a piece of cake and a break. These famous cakes of this land that look so yummy and delicious but are so terribly sweet that I can never grab more than two bites. We sang the birthday song, cut the cakes into generous pieces and luckily I had the camera with me to take photos. Taking the photos for me was the best part. I could send them to my mum and dad so that they could have a picture of my colleagues, the people that I talk about them so often.
