Over Iran, the sky is falling in. The US-Israeli bombardment has begun : there are bodies beneath the rubble. The Ayatollah is dead. The guards have abandoned the prisons. The rain is black with fuel ; it burns the skin and the streets.
In this searing and contemplative work, writer, academic and Tehran resident Raha Nik-Andish documents life in the Islamic Republic in the days and months leading up to "Operation Epic Fury." In a rarely-seen portrait of a regime in freefall, this is Tehran on the brink ; the crushed protests over the collapse of the currency ; the taxicabs circling the city for work ; the burned out garbage cans and the taped-up windows. What does it mean to exist under siege ? Or repression, blackout and total fear ? How do you get the message out ?
