A first-hand account from yesterday, forwarded to me by an Iranian-American journalist:

"When the numbers started getting larger and larger, people started running east toward Aazadi shouting "natarsid..natarsd..Ma Hame Ba Bahm Hastim" (dont be afraid, dont be afraid, we are all together) and followed by the thugs, at this time i found myself in a barber shop on Nasr St, with 5 other strangers urging the owner to close down his shutters, he had 3 chairs and asked 3 of us to sit on them to pretend we are getting a cut in case they come into the shop, we did so, and he actually started cutting my hair, he did a o.k job with few patches missing here and there, He said his son has been missing all day and he is a draftee in the army (i will go back and see him when this is all over one day). I did not see any shottings, nor casulties, made my way back home around 730ish...from my vintage point I could see large black smoke all around Azadi...

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