Then they hit the waves. Reza catches one, stands for a moment, wobbles, falls into the break. When he reëmerges onto the sand, he is manic and breathless, and Varnham O’Regan catches him for an interview. Head shaking, he says, “No thinking about nothing. No family, no nothing. No visa, no war, nothing, no problem.”
Nice lil' article in the The New Yorker.
http://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/an-exile-from-iran-on-the-...