Ashkan Sepahvand reads, writes, cooks, researches, edits, and translates. He spent a few months in Damascus amongst artists, tourists and secret agents in a temporarily utopian commune, a summer in Tehran where he fell in love, a year in Beirut where he stared at the sea, thought of comings and goings, someones and no ones, and an autumn in Berlin collaborating with his dearest friend Natascha on a schoolbook. He has never been to the Holy City. Inshallah someday.


“I think a history is only possible if its material is allowed to go through time and transform, freed from the hands of those who intend to direct it towards their own ends ” Read more ›