Music: The sadness eater
I'm six years old. It's a bright summer day in Tehran. Watching my uncle work, I ask him, "Uncle, what are you doing?" "I'm making an instrument." "Why?" "Because I need a ghamkhaa…
I'm six years old. It's a bright summer day in Tehran. Watching my uncle work, I ask him, "Uncle, what are you doing?" "I'm making an instrument." "Why?" "Because I need a ghamkhaa…