Paridokht Alley

Zabih scratched his head: “No, there isn’t. But maybe the actors’ signatures.” “Have you ever seen a single actor here?” Zabih looked up and opened the notebook. Khairallah glanced through his pages. Zabih started reading haltingly: Page one: Teapot from the pen, pen from the teapot, you are my love gogori magori. Signature: Shahla.