A story by Laleh Chini:
I remember there was an old ruined mansion in Bushehr-Iran where people could pay a little amount to go inside. We visited the wrecked house a few times in my childhood. The story behind it was so sad but more importantly, a life lesson which was probably why my parents took us to the palace several times.
The story goes as the owner was a very rich merchant who was a profligate spender to show off how wealthy he was. People used to say he lit his cigars with burning bills instead of matches in front of others and when big politicians came to Bushehr from the Capital Tehran, he lit candles with bills to show how powerful and rich he was. He used to serve tea in gold teacups and eat in silver plates and dishes. He was never friendly with anyone…
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