This letter was written by an employee of the NIOC (National Iranian Oil Company) back in the I960's to his American boss, Mr.Hamilton.



Dear Mr.Hamilton

I, the undersigned, have worked in the NIOC in Masjed-Solyeman for three years, but since Mr.Ahmadi transferred here everything has changed.



I don't know what a wet wood I have sold him that from the very first day he has been pulling the belt to my lift With all kinds of cat dancing he has tried to become the eye and the light of Mr.Wilson.

He made so much mouse running that finally Mr.Wilson became donkey, and appointed Mr.Ahmadi as his right hand man, and told me to work under his hand



Mr.Wilson promised me that next year he would make me his right hand man, but my eye didn't not drink water, and I knew that all these were hat play, and he was trying to put a hat on my head I put the seal of silence to my lips and did not say anything. Since that he was just putting watermelon under my arms Knowing that this transfer was only good for his aunt, I started begging him to forget that I ever came to see him and forget my visit altogether. I said you saw camel, you did not see camel... .but he was not getting of the devils donkey.. .what headache shall I give you I am now forced to work in the mail house with bunch of blind, bald, height and half height people. Imagine how much my back burns



Now Mr.Hamilton, I turn around your head you are my only hope and my back and shelter... .I swear you to the 14 innocents please do some work for me....in the resurrection day l'll grasp your skirt... .I have six head bread eaters I kiss your hand and legs


Your servant