Potentially so rich, practically extremely poor
I've been told that Morad is collecting huge amount of bread since three decades ago,
I was interested in this case, so in my second visit to him first I bought a can of cold nectar (this is what I'm doing aafter that) and went to where he was sitting-in the shadow of an old tree.
this is our dialogue:
Morad:looking at me, seems trying to remember me, and then....salama
me:I've brought you nectar
Morad:nectar? what's that?
me:a blend of banana and apple juice
Morad:first I should taste, if I don't like it, then you may have it.
then he took some of it, he smiled, showed me he liked it very much
Morad:god bless your parents
after he had the nectar
me:morad I've heard you are collecting breads since three decades ago
and continued:I'm going to bring some food and you bring me some bread, we are going to have the meal in you house
Morad:no, I'm too poor to be your host and my house is full of DOLLAKH
(in vilages of khorasan dollakh means very fine dust)
me:no matter, I've heard which your breads are from before revolution and they are more dellicious comparing to those baked these days
Morad:I've not have any meat since many years ago and this is why I've forgotten the taste of it
me:Morad imagine, my meal full of meat together with your bread, how dellicious would be
Morad:no, I can't be your host
today was my fifth visit to him, and I'm going to convince him we two have "his bread my meat party"