I knew that someday I had to pay a visit to the land of the former Persian Empire. On entering the country of Iran via Khomeini Airport in Tehran I held my Polish passport which enables me to apply for a visa on arrival. Due to historical and cultural relations between both countries, I had the privilege to travel freely to every corner of this beautiful country. At the airport, I checked in the visa issuing counter, paid 75 Euro fee, plus 20 Euro for travel insurance, and 30 minutes later I was free to go. I felt the sentiment and protection from Iranians, Azerbaijan, both citizens, and authorities, just for being Polish. You get threatened and vilified in one country and admired and respected in another. It all depends on which passport you hold. Politics sucks sometimes, doesn’t it? Anyway, so here I was at Heathrow airport explaining to the authorities that we Polish citizens do not need a visa or any support letters of invitations to visit Iran, just like you folk do not need one to visit let’s say Australia, Canada or USA. Barely was allowed to board the plane.