As warm weather of springtime in Tehran returned, camel caravans began coming into the neighborhood from desert regions to the east.
Urges to roam were stirring strong within my churning teenage mind and body and I wondered what it was like out in the deep deserts of Iran. My forays across the sands east of the neighborhood were short and uneventful. The dangers were just too great and numerous to take too many risks wandering out further than a few hundred yards. There were jube dogs out there too. Mean, hungry and possibly rabid.
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