Now that I’m writing this assignment its late evening of Wednesday and I’m in central library of damned university of Tehran.
The place crowded with lots of computers and college students. It seems they are searching in the best collegiate library in the Middle East; but it’s better to say they are just downloading, copying and pasting, chatting or checking their mails.
Each of us has a special computer put on a half of table shared by another student; separated by a kind of metal called partition.
A keyboard, mouse and monitor whose background is always central library’s entrance picture, messed up by too many icons, is in front of me in my shared section.
Sometimes I look around to see what’s going on beside me; sometimes exhausted by high speed of downloading, uploading even opening a page or my e-mail, I check my neighbour’s computer monitor, just can see little pictures existing on the page she is checking.
Despite the speed of internet, this is a nice place, big and beautiful. On the ceiling of each quarter I can see a hole of air-conditioner covered by a nice pattern of flower you could at first glance guess this is a pure Persian pattern.
Lengthways this huge sector consists of three rows of tables. Each point of these rows is composed of two tables back to back, separated into four parts, shared by four of us.
There is no vacancy here now; I can see some people waiting for chance to someone, perhaps exhausted by chatting, give his shared table to one of them; so he can inter in virtual world limited by Islamic Republic Filters.
Yes, someone is going. A girl stands. An old, tired and disabled man taking her student ID, giving the gone’s vacant Information Technology Sector’s, red background, written a number, with university of Tehran’s logo on it, card.
On the right side of my hand there’s a big glass covered room, management centre, always somehow a black and fat computer engineer sitting and controlling I don’t know what. On the left side there’s a wall upper half part is in glass and lower half in wood. The exit door is in wood with an approximately two meters height.
The place crowded with lots of computers and college students. It seems they are searching in the best collegiate library in the Middle East; but it’s better to say they are just downloading, copying and pasting, chatting or checking their mails.
Each of us has a special computer put on a half of table shared by another student; separated by a kind of metal called partition.
A keyboard, mouse and monitor whose background is always central library’s entrance picture, messed up by too many icons, is in front of me in my shared section.
Sometimes I look around to see what’s going on beside me; sometimes exhausted by high speed of downloading, uploading even opening a page or my e-mail, I check my neighbour’s computer monitor, just can see little pictures existing on the page she is checking.
Despite the speed of internet, this is a nice place, big and beautiful. On the ceiling of each quarter I can see a hole of air-conditioner covered by a nice pattern of flower you could at first glance guess this is a pure Persian pattern.
Lengthways this huge sector consists of three rows of tables. Each point of these rows is composed of two tables back to back, separated into four parts, shared by four of us.
There is no vacancy here now; I can see some people waiting for chance to someone, perhaps exhausted by chatting, give his shared table to one of them; so he can inter in virtual world limited by Islamic Republic Filters.
Yes, someone is going. A girl stands. An old, tired and disabled man taking her student ID, giving the gone’s vacant Information Technology Sector’s, red background, written a number, with university of Tehran’s logo on it, card.
On the right side of my hand there’s a big glass covered room, management centre, always somehow a black and fat computer engineer sitting and controlling I don’t know what. On the left side there’s a wall upper half part is in glass and lower half in wood. The exit door is in wood with an approximately two meters height.
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