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Item No. M7

"Eleven pigeons sat on the dome of the pine tree in the yard.  The porcelain teapot, whose chest was decorated with two roses, fell down from Mehri's foamy hands and broke.  mother, who was looking at the eleven pigeons on the pine tree in the yard, said nothing.  Then she put the broken pieces on the edge of the pond.  Father saw the broken roses on the teapot and said, 'There is only one man who can mend it and yet...' His voice ws carved on the pill of pomegranates in the garden.  I took away the broken pieces of the teapot and put them in a corner in the charcoal chamber.  It was filled with the overflowing feelings of a man who played flute while I could not see him.

I jumped out of the house with the first cry of the man who mended chinaware.  My eyes did not see anything but his hands.  The broken pieces of china enlivened in his hands and were turned into wishes.  I went to the charcoal chamber again and took the broken roses.  The man's feelings still overflow out of his straw flute.  There were still eleven pigeons on the dome of the pine tree in the yard looking as the passage of angels above the clouds...

And still whenever we hear the cry of the man who goes door to door to mend the china, my daughter Yassaman says, 'Daddy! It's the china man.'  And in my ears, the broken pieces of the teapot begins to flutter on the pile of charcoal."