Before going to Paris, with regard to the preconceived notions that we had of that city, we thought that it would be a well-equipped home with all facilities arranged for the Leader of the Revolution so that at any moment one could send and receive messages from around the world. When I entered the courtyard of the house of the Imam I was confronted with a large crowd of people. There were a large number of shoes that were all soiled because of the rainfall. When I entered the house, a small curtain was hanging with the nail in the middle loosened. I set aside the curtain and went to the other side. It was a small room with a small mattress on which the Imam would sit. There was no sign of the expected and preconceived facilities and items of comfort and easy living and on the whole, it did not meet with my expectations.
I did not see that place to meet with my expectations