After Tuesday night's Mousavi public rally, we decided we needed to stretch our legs and we made a dash out of town. Not really, but I figured that I would charter a helicopter; you see, only the police and army have copters in Iran. As some will recall, I absolutely love 125cc, so I took one for a spin. You must get what I'm doing here, right? Actually, we had hired a private taxi to go to Kish to pick up a duty free DVD player and the driver's wife's brother's sister's cousin's son's friend's cat got sick, so we stopped off in Shiraz. I'm glad we did; the cat has eight more lives and we saw what the rest of the country looked like in the build up to Election Day.
Shiraz was just as dramatic during the last night of public campaigning. Only one more night to put posters on your car (don't do it tomorrow because it will be impounded at best); just a few more hours of dancing in the streets; green hijabs will still be sold out in the weeks to come, but tonight is the night so put it on and wave it like you just don't care!
Although almost all Tehrani bazaaris said they support Mousavi, including the one who picked us hitchhiking (see Monday June 7th 2009), there was not as much paraphenia as Shiraz: every wire, wall, window was decked in Mousavi's green and Ahmadinejad's red.
Later that Wednesday night, all tucked in at my cousin's house, I reviewed the previous four nights of footage. I imagined if I were a visual forensic specialist: based on this footage, which candidate has the most supporters?
If I were Ahmadinejad, I would be green with envy, because everyone knew the answer to that question. Just one more night to celebrate and then one more day of patience until election day. With all of these numbers, how could Mousavi not handsomely win?
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