My life story, Part 31 We were neither the young and happy students, nor the fired-up revolutioners we were once. Hopelessness, fatigue and fear of what may had happened if the war went on, could be seen on everybody’s face. From my perspective, my situation was much worse because of war, losing the family members and the loved ones. Furthermore, politics and monopoly that governed the country, made it impossible for us to have any objections to the situation. The universities, lacked the passion and excitement and outside the university, people’s everyday lives were affected by war, as Iraqi’s bombarded Tehran and most major cities. For me, it was a bitter-sweet experience. The war was extended to major cities, and this made the citizens of great cities which were far from the border, to appreciate what had refugees been through. Days came one after another and we were getting more and more closer to the graduation. I was one of the nominees for a scholarship to continue studying in London, so I had to write a thesis which I was working on. I was very happy that I had been considered for a scholarship and soon started to work on my thesis and translating my grades, honors and the required documents. Meanwhile, my older brother who just had finished his studies in computer science in US, came back to Iran to help and build a better society than the one he had left a few years ago. There was not more than a hand full of computers available in Iran at the time which most of them were rental. And computer science was in its infancy in Iran. What my brother didn’t know, was that at the time, the regimen called the US “the great Satan” and those who studied there corrupted.