دانلود رمان انگلیسی “باشگاه نانوایان زندان اوین”

i a m n o t a g o o d b a k e r . All right, I’m not a baker at all. Like a lot of things, I do it without being skilled at it. Like writing. I’ve never been a writer, and I doubt I’ll ever be one. The baking started a little while before my first arrest. Back then I was already a detainee in my own home. Baking allowed me to forget about the beatings I received for being a woman. And, naturally, I was a very rebellious woman. Everything took on a new meaning after I was arrested in November 2018. In the course of that single, harrowing night, I was shunted between five different detention centres. At one point, as they were moving me from one car to the next, blindfolded and surrounded by male security agents, I reached for the door handle, intending to throw myself out. Right at that moment, my dear friend Sepideh Kashani came to mind.* (I’ll tell you more about Kashi and her husband Houman in Chapter Ten.) It occurred to me that, at the end of whatever road this was, I might see her, and that together we might bake something nice for her husband Houman. The thought made me euphoric. I retracted my hand.