this is the way my mind works: I hear a piece of music on Radio 3’s astonishingly eclectic Late Junction, and locate it like a heads-up display. not microtonal enough to be from the subcontinent, but not North African, either. and I see the timezone, see the location. “Afghanistan?” my dad asks. “No, no,” I say, “further west than that. I’d say Iran, Turkey.”
I check: it’s Ardavan Kamkar, an Iranian Kurd. “He shoots, he scores.” I say. And I don’t know where that came from. Not at all.