Heavy Silence?

On the path to "Tochal" they stand in line two by two the officers, armed, in full gear, complete, wordless, unsmiling like strangers – like automatic machine guns ready to fire at the enemy at the front – all along the path to "Tochal". In twos and threes, the people come with babies in strollers, to look at their green meadows to look at their red poppies to look at the carnations of their plain among thousands of wild yellow flowers in their own soil in their own city. The people come to look at their beautiful Ordibehesht which has arrived and sat down on the lovely lap of the mountain, soft and charming without any weapon. Throngs of people come toward "Tochal" as if visiting a friend as if visiting themselves; in heavy silence mingled with the roar of the great waterfall pouring down from the rock, like a flood...