02.11.2025, 4:40
The universities in summer were like abandoned cities, like sets for a play that had already been performed. The students had left, and in the long, echoing corridors, silence reigned, broken only by the hum of the lamps and the footsteps of a few rare professors. It was the perfect atmosphere to discern not the people, but the very essence, the architecture of these two worlds. The empty corridors and echoing auditoriums of the University of Tehran
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