But there is one image that always remain in every narration of my journey with Payam: seeing him writing. Nobody ever saw him writing, I mean besides the translating. I even worked with him in one or two of his translations, but I never saw him writing his fictions. Although he used to talk about his stories, but he had to be alone to write. I never even saw him taking notes, or carrying a notebook; he has a monstrous memory.

the Begening of the travelogue