My life story, Part 27 Apparently the war was not going to end soon. As a refugee, I lived in Olympics village dorm. Every room had two double deck beds, a small refrigerator and a small desk and a very small space to sit in. Every floor had a common bathroom which made living there extra hard for us. Our lives were under influence of war and political problems. The regimen suppressed the voices of the opposition. Gatherings to complain about our bad situation and to express our needs was often labeled as political and was suppressed. Despite all these suppressions, the refugees kept gathering and insisting on their demands. I always participated in such events. In one of these occasions, I befriended a girl from Ahwaz who was also a refugee, Mina. She was working in a dental supplies company as a secretory. I went to her work with her once. Her boss asked me if I could work as a visitor for them. He told me “We will pay you a percentage of your sell. You sell more, you earn more”. I didn’t accept at first but I needed the money so I accepted the job offer and started working again. The next morning, I took a sample of our products and started visiting different dentist offices to introduce our products to them. Day after day, my customers grew larger and larger and this meant that my income increased. I was very happy that I could afford to buy somethings for my family and help my father with paying the bills. As always, my happiness didn’t last long and Mina was jealous of my income which had become more than hers. She used her seniority and started working as the visitor and I was left to be the secretary. There were many differences between me and Mina. Me as a para-clinic student knew the medical terminology and I was better at English and this was the secret to my success as a visitor. And of course Mina never had my success and an income even close to mine. This came between us and effectively ruined our friendship. I wondered why I never could find an honest friend. Fortunately the universities had opened for those who had three semesters or less to finish school, which included me and I could left the job and go back to the university to finish my studies.