In the northern foothills of the Alborz mountains, bordering the Caspian Sea, a small village community once existed. It thrived temporarily on the artificial water systems provided to it by a government that lasted not all that long, water pumped from the great dams that watered Tehran on the southern slopes of the mountains, water that ceased to be pumped when certain people ceased to be. What had been a community continued to be a community, what had been a village became a city, and water, which had been everything, became irrelevant to all but a few, and they died.
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