A Sarch pan on a wood fire, a sturdy round pillow, an iron bowl, a piece of wood for kneading together with a cane basket to cool down the bread on, and a whole lot of flower, water and salt is all that is needed to make this paper-thin Kurdish bread.
The thin, crispy texture of the bread is sensational on its own and the salty taste goes excellent with the sweet and soft taste of the local yogurt.
But I can’t sob long about it as a whole bunch of friendly Iranians remind me of Iran’s true face; a lot of warmth, kindness and unlimited efforts to help you and make you feel welcome and at home.
But the beauty lies in accepting and seeing life in all it facets; an unbearable night on the rough floor is easily softened by the surprise of the most delicious fresh bread in the morning and ever ongoing kindness of local people.