Now it feels like I was so fresh in Europe when I made these photos. My life in Iran was so close and so far. There was no internet. Phone calls were expensive. Really expensive. The war between Iran and Iraq was barely over. And Europe's past was unfolding around me. It was giving up its mysteries. I imagined a time traveler. Someone who saw the past, present, and future all at the same time. This time traveler saw Nazis in the streets, carried a suitcase filled with gangsters and ghosts, visited landscapes of comics and cold. At the time, I was a short 5-hour flight away from Tehran. But the trip was a time I could not, would not travel to. My time traveler, however, could make any trip.