‘I feel the warmth of Zarathustra’s flame, and see everywhere the bluest blue, of the earth of Khorasan …’ - Joobin Bekhrad on the journeys of a young Gabriele Basilico in Iran in 1970
‘I feel the warmth of Zarathustra’s flame, and see everywhere the bluest blue, of the earth of Khorasan …’ - Joobin Bekhrad on the journeys of a young Gabriele Basilico in Iran in 1970