I love San Francisco

Deputy Tay­mur went for him. “Fine, and so you who are not angry, tell me the secret of San Fran­cis­co! Quick, now, imme­di­ate­ly, at the dou­ble! My sixth sense tells me that the key to this com­pli­cat­ed crim­i­nal enig­ma lies in this very San Fran­cis­co! Answer!”

“It so hap­pens that’s exact­ly right. But would you allow me to whis­per in your ear?”

“Silence! In the ear is forbidden!”

Asadol­lah Mirza was hav­ing great dif­fi­cul­ty hold­ing back his laugh­ter; scratch­ing the back of his head, he said, “Well now, how can I put it… San Fran­cis­co’s a city… a big city that.…”

“Silence, please do not give me a geog­ra­phy les­son. San Fran­cis­co is a big city in Europe. This I know for myself… then what? Answer!”

“Moment, whether San Fran­cis­co’s in Europe or in Amer­i­ca, it’s a port… since Dustal­i’s ship could­n’t dock in this port… now the ship being wrecked, the port sad­ly dilapidated…”

(from My Uncle Napoleon by Iraj Pezeshkzad)