Tehran spring

Just before dawn on the 19th of June, 1953, a slightly built white male in his late 30s, travelling on foot, slipped into Iranian territory through an unguarded border crossing, north of Penjwin in Iraq. It was exactly a fortnight since the man had lifted off the deck of the USS Forrestal and been taken on that scary terrain-hugging 50km ride into the desert on a CH-47 Chinook.

Since the drop, over the past fortnight, the desert sun had turned him ruddy, like many of the Kurdish locals there. And in order not to raise any undue alarm, he had grown a beard and was dressed traditionally, in the local garb consisting of a simple pirahan salwar and jameh with a kamarband.

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Tehran spring