I was in the last boarding group on the flight to Doha. Two elderly men were the only others with me in “Zone 4” as we slid into the back of the line behind those in the coveted Zones 2 and 3.
“We all arrive at the same time,” I laughed.
The men, brothers named Iraj and Ali, smiled and we chatted for a few minutes. They were Persians from Pittsburgh, flying to Tehran to visit their sister for a trip to the Caspian Sea. They talked about what Iran was like before the revolution as I shared that some of my family were there in the 1950s. The brothers clearly enjoyed sharing with me their fond memories of their Tehran of the 1960s as they distinguished between the Persians, Kurds, and Armenians of northern Iran.
You can learn alot by just listening sometimes.
It’s 11:02 am local Doha time. We are currently over Mallorca, and it looks like we’re on the southern route headed toward Algiers. Most of the flight is still asleep.