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Every time the women came to bathe, inevitably, someone’s bracelet or earring fell into the drain, and the head female bath attendant led a blindfolded Haji Gershin into the baths, where he stood amidst the naked women, tapping the copper pipes, his head cocked to the side.

As a child, I would write letters to god, then fold and throw them behind the wardrobe in my room, as if it were some sort of divine void.