How to Meet an Iranian girl PETENKA PLANETKA Video

I didn't see any Particular obstacles

Many people still wonder: is It possible to travel with A girl in a country Like Iran

The correct answer is Yes.

Let's run", - said the Shaven-headed boy who pulled Me out of the monobrowed Circle of young Iranians and Iranians who, as usual, were Inspecting every inch of my Appearance on the Isfahan bridge.

The walk performed by my New friend Milada meant" let'S go for a walk." He used English without Conjugations and mostly with nouns.

Ayatollah Khomeini looked on from All sides

My impromptu excursion into the World of Iranian youth began."Rush". He shouted about me to All his friends and acquaintances. Milad seemed to know the Whole city, and the whole City knew Milad. I've never seen him Smile at all.

Milad put Eminem in one Ear, and his friend in The other, an earpiece with Persian national melodies - in the Middle of this musical mess, I watched as they both Hit strange girls wrapped in hijabs.

Milad"I am kalomelanos" everyone, Someone sent a kiss Every Time he addressed me with A triumphant air and triumphantly Asked:"Isn't this beautiful". Most of the Iranians were Phenomenally beautiful. Huddled in groups of hijabs, They began to vividly discuss The three of us as We left. Some of them plucked up The courage to take a Picture of me. he showed pantomime because English Wasn't enough various obscenities About what Iranian girls could Do, showed all sorts of Videos of various nature on His phone, and he accompanied Each new beauty with words Addressed to me in haddock. Camera shot - well, after seeing The ruins of lingerie in The Tehran Bazaar, it's Amazing how bold the styles Are, I already guessed that Under the veil of these Mademoiselles, what passions are raging. Iran opened up to me Through this boy: the country Seemed open, free, sexy. Without these prejudices about the Status of women in Islam. The city of Isfahan is Full of couples in love, Hugging each other in dark Corners, and no one says A word to them. After a while, I began To notice that local girls Behave like this the same Applies to me: they let Out flirtatious glances from under Their hijabs. The first shouted"Hello", and One even sent a kiss. An Iranian woman for me. The poet Yesenin wrote something A hundred years ago about My eyes blinking at me, Pulling back the black veil. I just wasn't childishly ashamed. Deep down, I still had My suspicions that anything a Local guy was allowed to Do wasn't exactly acceptable To me. And it is possible that They are only interested in Me as a person from Another world with an atypical Appearance, but for me it Was already a revolution. In addition, Milad turned out To be an amazing profession For Iran: he turned out To be a female makeup artist. In General, it is not Clear how such a profession Exists in this country. when such"excursions" are held, You secretly think: how much Will it cost you. but when Milad refused a Pre-prepared lunch, and then Even started buying me ice Cream, I realized that maybe I would also get paid extra.

Putting me in a taxi With with all the honors, Milad went to paint the Faces of Iranian women.

Still writes in Whatsapp a Request to send him a Photo of winter Moscow. There was another case in Shiraz. Two girls came up to Me and said I could Ask you to answer a Couple of questions on camera. But at the same time, She was so ashamed that She only managed to squeeze Out what you like about Iran.