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The Death of Fish: The River No Longer Has any Fish
The story began when a painter returned to his homeland
after years of living abroad, having finished his studies and
received a doctorate degree, and was in search of his lost
paradise. He had returned to the land of his forefathers,
seeking a peaceful life, far away from the troubles of the city.
Although he was now a city person, he missed a great many
things.

He wished to spend time surrounded by nature, living
with nature. The hills and valleys near Mount Damavand on the
outskirts of Poloor village held many childhood memories. It
was not just family memories that bound him to the region; in
his eyes, Mount Damavand personified the entire history of
Iran’s mythology and culture: the infinite tales of creation,
the simorgh, the dragon, Fereydoun and Zahhak… Upon
his return to the land of his forefathers, he found that his
paradise no longer existed. The wellspring was polluted
and the river no longer had fish. He wanted to build his
own paradise. He began playing with the water, and the water
played with him. He created hundreds of fish on the stones
of the river. He was happy that his early memories
existed, if only as fossilized remnants. He liked to
believe that these fish are alive, and were swimming against the
tides.

The darkest moments
were when he witnessed the death of the fish. He saw his fish
buried time and again. This village does not have a leader. The
rivers are sown and the meadows are planted with villas.
Factories are constructed on riverbeds and roads are built…
But he is not tired. He is determined as ever to build his
paradise. He has taken refuge in the deep ravines.

There is no
sign of either Zahhak or machine here. There is a temple, where
one is at peace to worship water. His most beautiful moments
were when he sat watching the turbulent water of the river, and
the frolic of his imaginary fish; the most meaningful occurrence
was the gradual disappearance of the images. He learned that
images disappear, but life remains; forms disappear, but meaning
remains.

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