On April 29, Dorothy Parvaz disappeared. A former reporter and columnist for the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, Parvaz now works as a correspondent for Al Jazeera, and sheâd flown to Syria to cover the latest uprising in the Arab Spring. After Parvaz disappeared, no one knew exactly where she was, or if she was safe, until 19 days later when she was released from an Iranian detention center and sent home to Vancouver, BC.
Eli Sanders: Itâs April 29. Youâve just flown into Damascus from Doha, Qatar, and now youâre in trouble. The Syrian secret police take you into custody and put you in a car. A short while later, they pull you out of the car by your hair. Youâre put in a cell with pools of blood on the floor. You see and hear people being brutalized around you. Then youâre blindfolded, taken out into a courtyard, and pushed up against a wall. How did you prepare for the possibility of being shot?
Dorothy Parvaz: Thereâs no way to prepare for that. Iâd read the accounts of the journalists being held in Libya, and the mock-execution-type things that theyâd gone through. But I had no idea what was going to happen. I didnât know why I was being taken outside in this fashion. I have to say, initially I thought: Okay, standing up against a wall blindfolded and handcuffedâthatâs never a good thing. But I was so completely overwhelmed by the noises I was hearing, by the sounds of beatings, that I didnât know what to think. My brain was in a frenzy.
Did you think you were about to die?
I had a really bad feeling, Iâll put it that way. There was a distinct possibility that things might not end well for me at that point. I just didnât think that any offense that Iâd committed was worthy of quite that response, but when you hear people being beaten up around you like that, you realize youâre in a different world. I can hear these guys screaming, crying out. And there are guards, just a few feet away from me, cracking jokes and laughing. This is normal for them. And thereâs nothing about it that should be normal for anybody. You feel like youâre in the presence of monsters, basically. Who are these people? Depending on who was leading me from my cell or taking me to or from my interrogation, a couple of them seemed almost apologetic. You know: Sorry, sorry. They would lead me gently by my arm. And then others would poke me and not tell me when stairs were coming up so Iâd take a nice tumble. So it was just odd. And they have this odd sense of chivalry, like Oh, weâre so sorry, this place is not suitable for women. Like itâs suitable for men somehow.
In the West, thereâs a sense that itâs hard to be a woman in the Arab world. But it sounds like the reverse is true in a detention situation, where thereâs a sort of female privilege.
I think thatâs correct. From what I saw in Syria, women were not beaten. Itâs probably from this strange macho thingâthat thereâs no challenge or joy in beating a woman. Itâs not that hard. But itâs not that hard to beat up an 18-year-old guy whoâs handcuffed and blindfolded, either.
What did you do when you were handcuffed and blindfolded and up against the wall? Did you pray?
No, I didnât. How should I put this? I kept apologizing to my family in my mind.
Did your reporterâs brain save you from your emotionsâyou know, keep you focused on gathering information?
Definitely. When I was taken out of the car and when I was beingâI gathered after a little whileâprocessed for some sort of arrest or detention, the vibe in that room, if I were just me, I think I would have fainted. I am not a tough person. I am not. Iâm standing in someone elseâs blood. There are handcuffs dangling at eye level. Thereâs a bunch of very angry men in the room. And I canât seem to get any kind of connection with any of them to find out what is happening to me. So the only thing you can do is start looking at the room: Okay, how big is this room? How many people are in here? Whoâs saying what? Whatâs that sound I hear outside? What am I smelling? Whatâs going on?
And maybe the act of taking mental notes presumes that youâre going to be able to tell about it later.
Itâs an incredibly optimistic act, yeah. Thatâs exactly it. Every bit of information you can scrap togetherâeven when youâre in an empty cell, or when youâre in a cell with somebody who doesnât really want to communicate with you or canâtâyou just focus on that. How can I get information? How can I figure out whatâs going on? How can I describe this later? When I can describe this later. And then, after Syria, when I was in Iranâobviously, since I was being investigated for being a spy, theyâre not going to give me access to a laptop or a pen or anything. So for over two weeks I just sat there, my fingers twitching, wishing I could write or communicate what was going on. But I couldnât.
You sort of reach capacity when youâre note-taking in your mind.
I started compartmentalizing in ways I hadnât before. But it depended on the day, as well. Some days were better than others. Some days I would wake up feeling like Okay, things are going to go well. Iâll be out of here soon, and then I can write about what I saw in Syria, and this is important. Because I donât think this is something that people have definitively seen and written about. And someone should know whatâs happening there.
That was the whole reason for going to Syria. The information weâre getting out of there is so piecemeal. This is a government thatâs in absolute crisis crackdown mode. But theyâre in denial. They want to have it both ways. On the one hand theyâre saying: Everythingâs fine, no problem, Al Jazeera is just blowing everything out of proportion, ignore the videos of us shooting at funeral processions. On the other hand theyâre saying: Why would you come here during this crazy time? Well, you canât have it both ways.
Why did you go there at this crazy time, at considerable risk to yourself?
I had to see what was going on. Because the information is so sketchy that you donât really know what to trust. Iâm getting the same sense that any other journalist is getting, probably, looking at those videos that people are sending out on their mobiles, that things arenât good in some areas. But then you get other reports from the government. And as a journalist, you really have to see for yourself, donât you?
Why is Syria so scared of Al Jazeera?
Because Al Jazeera has got a lot of influence. I think that Al Jazeera covers the Arab world in a way that other news outlets canât or donât.
Did the experience of Lara Logan, the CBS News correspondent who was sexually assaulted covering the protest in Egypt, enter your mind?
No. I wasnât thinking about Lara Logan at all. I was mostly thinking about what I was seeing and hearing. Sharing a cell with a 19-year-old woman who was begging and pleading to be interrogated so that she could be sent homeâsheâd been there by the time I left for 10 days. And the why: Why do you have these kids here? Because it seemed to me a lot of the people I could see through my blindfolds, when I was taking a peek here and there, were teenagers or people in their early 20s. They seemed like kids to me. The interrogators took great care to tell me they have a very strict legal system and they follow code, and so on and so forth. Well, if theyâve committed a crime, then take them to court and charge them. Why do you have them in this trashed, disused compound, beating the living daylights out of them day and night, away from any sort of documentation?
Did those 19 days move slowly for you, or was there so much going on that it moved quickly?
In Syria, it was a pretty fast three days because there was a lot more going on around me and my senses were far more heightened. In Iran, I was kept in solitary confinemen, allowed to go outside twice a day for fresh air. Iâd also get taken out now and then when my interrogator had questions for me. But, no, those were the longest days of my life.
What was the practical necessity you were most missing?
A pen.
Did you have a soundtrack in your mind that got you through?
I have a wretched singing voice. I mean, really, truly miserable. But I sang and rapped a lot in my cell, either to keep my spirits up or to pass the time or to just to hear something.
What were you singing and rapping?
Iâll destroy what little credibility I have if I tell you.
I think people will forgive a lot, considering you were being held in these circumstances.
Letâs just say there was some Guns Nâ Roses. There was some Cee Lo. There was some old-school gangsta rap. Some Johnny Cash, âFolsom Prison Blues.â Just trying to get through. But a lot of time I just sat there thinking: When I get out, and I am getting out, this is what Iâm gonna write. And I thought about my family constantly, hoping that they were getting some information about the fact that I was being taken care of and that I was safe and in good health.
Were there stupid little thoughts that came into your mind? Little trivial things youâd forgotten to do at home?
No, not too much room for trivial thoughts. But I did worry about things. One of the things the interrogator wanted to establish was where I lived in Doha, so I gave him my address. He asked if I had any sort of relationship with the neighborsâwho could confirm that I live there. Well, no, I donât have any relationship with the neighbors, mostly because I work crazy hours. So I thought about the staff at the front desk at my building. And most of them, their English, it comes and goes, theyâre mostly Filipinos and Indians, and I pictured these intelligence officials, or somebody from the Iranian embassy going over there and trying to have a conversation with, for example, this guy Abraham from Kerala (in India) who, in an attempt to tell me that the seal on my washing machine was broken just said: Your suckie suckie needs freshing. Actual words. So I was like: Oh man, how is this conversation going to go?
What did you think that everyone on the outside was thinking?
I worried about my family, I worried about my fiancĂ©, I worried about my colleagues, my employerâHow do they know I left the airport? How do they know I was sent to Iran? And I worried about the resources being used to try and find me when they could be better used reporting stories. But I cannot overemphasize how worried I was about my family. Iâm very close to my parents and my siblings, and I just knew that they were freaking out.
Before this happened, what would have been your high-end estimate for how many people would have cared if you were detained in Syria or disappeared in Iran?
Fifty, tops.
Did you have any idea that you would end up with a âFree Dorothy Parvazâ Facebook page with 16,000-plus people following it, and worldwide media attention, and diplomats in multiple countries pushing for your release?
No, not at all. I was completely shocked. My interrogator, every time I saw him, I would askâbecause one of the things they do is require you to give them your e-mail addresses and passwords and everythingâ
Wow.
Yeah. The Iranian interrogator was extraordinarily efficient and thorough forensically. So I would say: Did you read my e-mail? Is there anything from my dad? My fiancĂ©? Do they know where I am? Do they know Iâm here? And he once or twice said: Theyâve written things about you. But he was very vague. So no, I had no idea, I was completely floored when I found out that so many people had put so much effort into trying to find me and get me back home.
Did you come home to find that heâd done a lot of internet shopping with your passwords?
Uh, no. And Iâve changed my passwords. [Laughs] But the guy who interrogated meâI never saw his face.
How did that work?
Youâre blindfolded when youâre taken out of your cell. There seemed to be a set of rooms where interrogations happened. And some of them had these two-way mirror things. And so he was on one side, I was on the other, and sometimes heâd slide bits of paper through this little slotâask me to explain an article that Iâd written or make a statement regarding something or the other. Other times, if those rooms werenât available, I was put sort of facing the corner of a room and seated in a school desk. Like a writing desk. And I was facing the corner so I was allowed to lift my mask up a bit so I would be more comfortable. So, thatâs how it happened that I never saw the manâs face. I saw his shoes. They looked sensible. Like Clarkâs or something. That kind of style. And he was incredibly courteous. And if he sensed that I needed something, or needed a minute, he was immediately on the case: Can I get you something? Can I get you some water? Some snacks? He was very concerned about the fact that Iâm a vegetarian, and what they were feeding me. He said: You know, we donât want you to go back and look thin and have them say, âLook, they starved her.â
Sort of a morphed version of Iranian hospitalityâor Middle Eastern hospitality in generalâwhere they would be completely ashamed to send you out of their house not full.
Yes. And how strange to experience that kind of hospitality at Evin (a prison in Iran that has been described as a torture chamber by former inmates). They sent me home with three boxes of this candy called Gaz. Itâs kind of this nougaty stuff. I was born in Isfahan and that is like my favorite Iranian candy. He sent me home with three boxes of it. I didnât know what to make of that, but I was grateful to be sent home in good health and the candy was a bonus.
Which articles of yours did he shove under the partition to ask you about?
Actually, one about âDonât Ask, Donât Tell.â Iâd written an editorial about it, and he wondered what that was about. I just think he wasnât clear on what the political tone of that was supposed to be. And so of course I just minimally explained it, just to clarify that it had nothing to do with Iran. Just random things. I did a project at Cambridge on press censorship in Iran during the Shahâs time and during current timesâso I had to explain that a little bit. A few other things.
People here were worried that a series you wrote during your time at the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, in which you traveled back to Iran after being gone for many years, would come up. And other people were worried because theyâd read journalist Roxana Saberiâs account of being detained in Iran for five months in 2009 and having her communications with a P-I photographer scrutinizedâbecause the name of the paper had the word âintelligenceâ in it, and her interrogator thought that meant it was connected to the CIA. Did your work for the P-I come up at all?
Yeah, it did. And as he was looking up articles that Iâd written on Iran I wasnât sure what he was finding, because the paper shut down in 2009 and I wasnât sure how easy it was to search on the web site for old articles. So I took great pains in saying: Yeah, OK, these are the things youâve found, but let me tell you about the things Iâve written that also might seem favorable to this government. Iâve defended Iranâs right to sovereignty, Iâve written about its culture in a positive way, Iâve not been a fan of the Bush administrationâs bullying of Iran⊠And I explained, in Farsi, that Iâve never really had a love affair with any government. I just report on the news. He asked a lot of questions: Why would you write this? Why would you say this? What made you interested in this? And not just in relation to my writing. Like I said, the man was reading my e-mails, he was looking through my cell phone and looking at peopleâs business cards that I had. Whoâs this guy? How often do you talk to him? What business does he do? What organizations are you a member of? So, yeah, very detailed and thorough.
Any pro tips for withstanding extended interrogation?
Yeah, tell the truth. Tell the truth because a good interrogator will ask you over and over and over again. And they do change the times of day that they interrogate you. I donât know if thatâs a deliberate tactic or if thatâs just what the guyâs schedule is like. But I saw him at seven in the morning, I saw him at ten at night. So, tell the truth, and remain consistent, and by no means should you ever, ever, ever confess to something that you havenât done. Someone might say: Oh, just do it because itâs easier. Itâs no trouble. Donât.
I saw Roxana Saberi speak, actually, in Qatar. She was promoting her book, Between Two Worlds, and that was one of the things she said she regretted was admitting to being a spy when she wasnât. And I couldnât for the life of me understand why she would confess to something that she hadnât done. In a country where you know that carries the death penalty. And youâre a reporter and youâve lived there for years. What are you thinking?
Were you asked to confess to anything?
Well, I was asked to tell the truth. Just tell us the truth and things will go faster. And I said: Yep, absolutely. Ask me any questions. I was very lucky, as well. I didnât know how much other information this guy was getting besides what he had from Google and me. I had no idea what his sources were. But it really helped my cause, the fact that so many people on the outside were getting my name out. My friends from high school, my former P-I colleagues, my fellow Neiman Fellows, people I knew from Cambridge from the Wolfson Press Fellowship there, they were consistently putting out these sort of biographical articles about me, which reinforced, from multiple sources, to this man, who I was. And that really helps.
What do you think was the biggest factor in getting you released? Because in the scheme of things you werenât there for very long. Something very profound must have happened to get them to release you so quickly.
I donât think they wanted me in the first place. I think what happened was Syria, rather maliciously, sent me there with spy allegations, which can carry the death penalty or an extraordinarily long prison sentenceâI mean, I was told in Syria, by my interrogator: No, we donât think youâre a spy. Weâre sending you back to Qatar. And then they sort of pulled a bait and switch on me at the airport. Now, Syria has pretty good diplomatic relations with Iran. So, hereâs an Iranian citizen shipped off to them by Syria and Syriaâs saying, Sheâs a spy. Well, they have to do their due diligence. They have to investigate whether or not Iâm a spy. And I think it became quite clear that I wasnât. I donât know what other factors there were. I could have been there longer. But, like I said, I just kept telling the truth, and fortunately people on the outside were telling the truth as well, and I got really lucky.
Thereâs this weird interlude in your story, and Iâve become fascinated with itâitâs the part you just alluded to, when youâre thrown out of Syria, youâre taken to the airport, you think theyâre sending you back to Qatar, and then you realize theyâre putting you on a plane to Iran. They have to drag you kicking and screaming onto this plane because youâre worried about what youâll face in Iran if they believe youâre a spy. But you donât win the fight and so there you are, on a commercial airlineâCaspian Airlinesâbetween Syria and Iran, and youâre in this new space. Not a jail cell space anymore, but on a commercial airline flight. Something most people associate with freedom of movement, travel, maybe Skymall shopping. What do you do on this flight?
[Laughs.] Well, so, to begin with there was this plane full of Iranians watching me sort of launch myself at the airplane door trying to get off of the plane while it was still at the gate. And there were these two plain clothed security guys and a third man, who didnât end up staying on the plane, and theyâre pushing me onto the plane, and my fists are flying and all of that. So they sit me down at a window seat, like two or three rows back from the front of the plane, and they seat a diplomat next to me, a guy who has some function in the Iranian embassy in Damascus, and I was just told to sit down and shut up. And every time I made a movementâthose two plain clothed officers, they were just giving me the stink eye the whole time.
So it wasnât a situation where you could order a drink, or make a credit-card call on one of those airplane phones, or do some SkyMall shopping or anything like that.
No. No. In fact, I had two scarves in my luggage, but I wasnât given access to them, so I had to plead for a scarf because I knew that at this point I was being taken to Iran, and by law there you have to wear a hijab as Iâm sure youâre aware. I knew I might be in some trouble already and I didnât want to aggravate things further by showing up with an uncovered head. So the passenger behind me, the husband kind of talks his wife into giving me one of her spare scarves. But no, it was notâit was a reallyâif I could have thrown myself out of that airplane I think there were about 10 or 15 minutes when I would have.
While it was in the air? Like, if you could have gotten to the door and opened itâŠ
Yep. I would have just thrown myself out. Just for like about 10 or 15 minutes. Because I felt just so sick and unsettled and I wasnât sure what was going on, and of course I had no faith in the Syrian authorities at this point. I donât know what exactly theyâve told the Iranian authorities, and I canât get any answers out of this guy sitting next to me, and the two guys at the front of the plane are very much making sure I donât move.
How long a flight is it?
Itâs a short flight. Two and a half hours, or something like that.
At what point did you realize that this was probably going to turn out well for you, in the scheme of thingsâthat you were going to be released? Was it not until you were let out of Evin with sweets and sent on your way to Doha, Qatar?
As the interrogations proceeded in Iran I felt somewhat confident that this man wasâhe appreciated the position I was in, and he had no particular interest in keeping me there any longer than he needed to. But I had no idea how long it was going to take. Because of course you hear about other people who are still awaiting trialâthe wheels of justice can move rather slowly. And I am not an expert on Iranian legal code. So it wasnât until the night before I left that he came close. It was maybe 11:30 p.m. or so, and he said: Tomorrow morning youâre being released. Until that point you never know. Because day to dayâheâd find something that Iâd written, or heâd hear something else, something would strike him as suspicious. So it was just up and down.
Whatâs the most innocuous thing he asked you about as if it was suspicious?
Oh, well. [Laughs.] So, a few months ago a colleague at Al Jazeera showed me a spam e-mail, from this woman who was using my full name. And it was a typical sort of scam, saying: Oh, I live in Shiraz and my husband beat me⊠I donât know, I canât remember what it was, but it was asking for money. So, as I mentioned, they asked me for all of my e-mail accounts and all of my passwords. So, they asked me if Iâd ever had an account with the service provider this spam e-mailer was using.
And I was like: No.
And he said: Have you ever lived in Shiraz?
I was like: No. Why would you even ask me that?
Because by now weâve gone over my life story like, dozens of times.
He said: Oh, are you asking the questions now?
I said: Sorry, sorry, itâs just a curious question.
A few minutes later he shows me this spam e-mail.
I said: Sir, this is spam.
Did you listen to Obamaâs speech on Thursday?
No.
One of the things he mentioned was his hope that the Arab Spring would eventually come to Iranâthat in a way it had started there, but was then put down very ruthlessly.
As an Iranian, I donât think that any change or progress that would occur in Iran would come via that route. I think that things have to develop more organically. I donât think most Iranians are anxious for that kind of violence.
Even after the protests of last year?
I think to have an American president try and encourage that sort of activity in Iran is counterproductive, because thatâs seen as meddling, influencing, and encouraging unrest. And as Iranian, just my own personal opinion, I donât think you can equate Iran with Libya, and I donât think you can equate Libya with Tunisia, or with Bahrain. I think these are all very different cases. And I think that any change in Iran will have to come slowly, organically, and not through large-scale protests. I just donât think thatâs going to be effective.
So how would it come?
I donât know.
Through the political process?
Maybe. Maybe. That is possible⊠I just donât think the Arab Spring has much to do with Iran.
Well, setting aside Iran, what do you make of the Arab Spring.
As a journalist itâs fascinating to watch, because youâre seeing historical changes in several countries where it just seems that things are happening out of nowhere. Tunisia, from the outside anyway, if you werenât paying close attention, it just seemed like it was happening overnight. But of course if you read the WikiLeaks you would know that the State Department actually had really good intel on exactly when things were going to get rough, when the economy was going to get bad, and how people would respond to that. So, as a journalist itâs just fascinating to watch and document. I wish there was more openness in these countries, to allow reporters to go in and document things. I wish there was less violence. As a human being, itâs gut wrenching to watch constant reports of death tolls, and especially whatâs happening in Libya just seems completely beyond reason. And the reports that weâre getting out of Syriaâwhy are they firing on funeral processions? Itâs devastating, and you just kind of hope that at some point things stabilize and life just gets better for people in all of these countries.
And of course there are a lot of journalists still being held in many of these countries. Were you paying attention to journalists being held in the Middle Eastâand, really, all over the worldâbefore it happened to you?
Sure. In fact, the project I worked on at Cambridge focused on Iran and the number of journalist who were being held there. But yeah, of course, I mean one of our colleagues at Al Jazeera, a cameraman, was killed in Libya. Weâve had several of our journalists detained throughout.
Are there cases that you think people here need to focus on now, in the same way they focused on your case?
I canât really comment on a specific one, because I think that at this pointâI mean, thereâs detained journalists, thereâs several of them detained as a result of the Arab Spring, but this is a common problem throughout the world at all times. China, several African countries. This is not unique to the Arab world. And I think that having a free press is one of the most vital things you can have in a country, and when you donât have that you sort of downgrade your own culture, and your own democracy, and your own credibility.
And the other thing I wish people would focus on is not just the missing journalists. I mean, I certainly benefited from my friends and my colleagues focusing on me, but think of all of the peopleâjournalists typically go missing when weâre covering the types of stories that are happening in Syria, Libya, wherever, right? There are hundreds if not thousands of people who are missing in these countries. Not the ones that they know for sure are dead. The ones who are missing, who are in detention centers like the one I saw in Syria.
Like the woman you were with in the jail cell.
Yeah. I was with two different womenâand how many men? These people, on their forms, they donât even have names. Where are their Facebook pages? Who do their families appeal to? Just from seeing the toll my detention, or temporary disappearance, took on my family and friends I canât imagine being a Syrian sister, mother, friend not knowing where someone you love is. So journalists, we go missing covering these things, but for every journalist whoâs detained, there are hundreds if not thousands over just ordinary, workaday folks, in big trouble, in dire straits, and no one knows their names.
You have triple citizenship: Youâre an American, a Canadian, and an Iranian. Did you come out of this experience feeling any greater pride at one of those citizenships?
No. I really donât have any national pride. I really donât respect any particular government more than the other. Culturally, Iâve always felt more Iranian, even when I was out of the country for so long. Because my relationship with my family, as I said, is pretty tight and weâre Iranians. But no, Iâm not a particularly nationalistic or jingoistic person. I appreciate the things that each country has to offer, and that each culture has to offer. But no, I have no national pride.
Are you going to go back?
I plan on going back in a couple of weeks and I will, as a journalist, do whatever assignment I can get my hands on.
Would you go back to Syria?
Well, they invited me back.
Right. Well, but that was right before they told you they were sending you back to Doha, and instead put you on a plan to Iran accused of being a spy. But youâll take them up on the maybe disingenuous offer?
Um, perhaps not immediately. But, yeah. I would hate to feel that Iâm being bullied out of doing my job. I donât think any journalist responds well to that. And if you do, that just weakens what we do and waters it down and there you are again relying on a government spokesman saying one thing and a shaky YouTube video saying another.
Youâre in Vancouver now. What was the first thing you wanted to do when you got off the plane?
Sit at the kitchen table with my family. Just sit down, have a cup of tea, and just look at them. Really. And apologize profusely for putting them through the distress that I put them through.
And whatâs at the top of the list of stupid North American indulgences that you want to engage in now that youâre here?
Well, watching the Canucks was one of them. But, just the ability to walk outside and be free. To not be locked into a room. I guess itâs sad that I sort of see that as an indulgence at this momentâto have some agency over my life. But, no, thereâs no bar that I want to run to, or ice cream that I want to eat. Iâm terribly boring that way I guess. But just feeling free is quite nice.
Youâve had in most peopleâs minds, and I think in your own, a near death experience. And it seems that often people come out of these with a reordering of priorities in their life, or some things that they jettison, or something that they really move up that they were putting offâyou know? Anything like that going on for you?
I guess at a certain point when I was wondering how long Iâd be held I felt stupid for worrying about certain things.
Like?
Oh, things to stupid to even pay attention to. Like, feeling guilty about not running more than three times a week. Who cares?
Or were there, like, grudges you were holding where you were like, Oh my god, I have to forgive this person?
No, my grudges are pretty serious.
They survived 19 days of detention.
Absolutely. Actually, I had a really serious car accident when I was 19. Like, I was actually on life support, in a coma, that kind of thing. So I re-prioritized my life a long time ago. But I definitely donât feel like I want to take the ability to be free for granted ever again. This is my first experience of being incarcerated. Iâd never had that before, where I was blindfolded and handcuffed and locked in a room and whatever. And, I have to say, I devoted quite a lot of time thinking about repeat offenders and what the heck is wrong with them. Why would you want to come back to this?
Okay, Dorothy, but here you are saying youâll go back to Syria.
Yeah. But Iâm not going to go back like now. No, but I would like to. Iâm not saying that my intention is to hop on a plane and go back and try and repeat the experience that I had, but is my instinct to want to go back and want to report if I can? Yeah. Hell, yeah.
Youâre getting married sometime in the near future. Your fiancĂ© talked about it while you were gone. And when I was trying to come up with questions a few people suggested this one: Where is the one place that you most want to go on your honeymoon?
Seriously?
What theyâre really asking, I think, is: Whatâs the one place in the world that feels like the opposite, the total opposite of what you just experienced? Itâs not the cheesy honeymoon question so much as, like: Where do you go to give yourself the reverse experience of what youâve just had?
I actually love being in Vancouver. This is exactly the reverse experience of what I was having there. So, to me, anywhere green, cloudy, quiet. Itâs cool. And again, as long as Iâm not locked in a room Iâm down.
This article has been updated since its original publication.