Some Words by Jamshid Khanian
My late father, a sailor in a “Lenj”, small ship and cargo ships, Although he was away on trips most of the year, his presence and both the imaginary and real adventures he told us was on the one hand a reason, which formed my character and artistic attitude. Most importantly, though, was the time he took me and my brother to see “Hafez play”, the fascinating work by the famous comedian of the time” Nematolah Gorji “. The main reason brightened this definitely my way. His stories were so amazing and fabulous that blurred the distinction between fantasy and reality. I did not know what the reality was. When I got older, I realized that it did not actually matter what reality was. What was worth noticing was how this distinction blurred.