Looking back, I remember the cold, the damp, the silent monotony as you watched these guys just wait, and wait, and wait for somebody to intervene in their story. Their shaking hands, the fumbled cigarettes, the awkward silences and sudden tears that would flow out of nowhere - all of these things that just underlined the desperateness of their situation.
And yet against all of this were Kiarash's eyes in this photo - the quiet pride. Whatever he was feeling inside he didn't want it to show you and yet in a way he does but not in a tragic way.