نام کاربری یا نشانی ایمیل
رمز عبور
مرا به خاطر بسپار
Late one summer day, I was seated on a local bus as it rumbled through open fields and orchards on the outskirts of Isfahan. Lurching down the hot, dusty road, while my fellow passengers napped, I looked out the window and saw in the distance what appeared to be four or five ancient mud-brick watchtowers falling to ruin.