A short passage in Saral, a journey with the taste of rhubarb(Diwandre, Kurdistan province)
It was past 10 pm. I sat behind the wheel and turned it on. I was tired, but I was strong enough to go forward. We left Bijar and the road was paved and clean. Everything was in order and the road was in good condition, so I doubted that I brought my bank card? Why don't I find it?. In short, I preferred to go back to the last point I had used. Having a card was better than not having one. Had dinner in a restaurant at the exit of Bijar city...
