I Am a Villager, and I’m Proud of It I am a villager, and I take pride in it. My family and I lived on an estate in a relatively well-off village. I attended elementary school in a place with a large yard, flowing water, and lush green trees just steps from home. The school had been built by my grandfather and donated to the Ministry of Culture of that time, now known as the Ministry of Education. It was similar to what the “Ahangar Dadgar” family did—establishing a private high school to ensure their son’s education—but with the difference…
Author: Reza Kamrani
Reza Kamrani
Gholamreza Kamrani was born in 1955 in Kerman, Iran. He completed his primary education in a village in Jiroft and continued high school in Jiroft, Kerman, and later in Tehran. In February 1976, after receiving his diploma, he entered the Higher School of Television and Cinema. After completing his studies in cinematography at the Higher School of Television and Cinema, he volunteered to serve at the Gilan broadcasting center. In 1979, he took the national university entrance exam again and was accepted to study sociology at the University of Tehran. He had to return to Tehran, where he began working in the production cameramen unit. In 1980, he was transferred to the News and Information Department of the Islamic Republic of Iran Broadcasting (IRIB). He soon developed a deep passion for his work and continued in the news unit until 1996. He loved his job for its variety and the opportunity to be present in unique situations and daily events. In the last five years of his career, he returned to the production cameramen unit and eventually retired in 2001.
Time: An autumn afternoon in 1964Place: One of the underprivileged villages in Kerman, Iran The schoolchildren had gone home. A flock of sheep kicked up dust as they returned from pasture with the shepherd. Milk cows were making their solitary, slow way back to their homes and barns. From the west entrance of the village, a car’s dust trail shimmered in the pale autumn sunlight, casting a golden hue over the scene. A Land Rover reached the main square of the village. A loudspeaker mounted to its roof invited the villagers to gather in the square for a film screening.…