![]() ![]() It was the last day of January, and more than five weeks had passed since Gholam had promised to send the handyman, but still my heater was broken. I sank my head into my flannel-covered pillow and pulled my down comforter over my cold ears. "I learned later that their definition of 'cooperate' was to confess that I was a spy for America, and specifically that the book that I was writing about Iranian society, they claimed, was a cover for spying for America." And if not, we'll have to take you to Evin prison,' " Saberi says. She watched as the man and three associates forced their way into her apartment and confiscated many of her belongings. "I just saw on the piece of paper the word 'Evin.' And my heart started to beat because I knew Evin prison, the most notorious prison of Iran - and I said, 'Please, can I just have a moment to take a look at this because my Farsi isn't very good?' and I tried to shut the door, but I couldn't because his foot was propping it open."Ī native of Fargo, N.D., Saberi had been working for six years as a freelance reporter in Iran. "He handed me a slip of paper, and I couldn't make much sense of it," Saberi tells Terry Gross. The man told her he had a letter for her, so Saberi assumed it was the mailman and opened the door. She looked at her security system and saw a man standing on her front porch. 31, 2009, journalist Roxana Saberi's doorbell rang. Between Two Worlds: My Life and Captivity in IranĪt 9:00 a.m. ![]()
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