Neda’s death. Eyewithness
As you might have read in Paulo Coelho’s blog, I was the doctor who tried to save Neda. I am the person in the video who tries to control her bleeding… in vain. I was the one who looked into her eyes, right before they lost their light forever. A famous Iranian writer called Sadeq Hedayat once wrote: ‘There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker.’
I have to live with this sore. But I am going to tell the story soon.