Sometime in January, Nakhodka Mammad was singing his songs while smuggling fabrics.
It was sometime in June when I was born
out of fabrics made by a loom.
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If this video was not able to provide enough information about smuggling in Iran then it definitely reached its aim. This ambiguity brings a sense of how this subject is complicated and vague to describe.
The reality keeps getting swept away from the eyes and it passes through the hands, the same hands that now tell you an allegorical story of smuggling.
The question is, how could one talk about smuggling and the economy of a country that has been dealing with political, social and economic sanctions for many decades?
There is not one way to describe it, nor is there one single answer, but rather, a stage of uncertainty that provides a subjective platform for each viewer’s interpretation of the issue in question.
This video does not try to prove anything, nor does it take any one side, it is but a narrow piece of moving poetry that was almost impossible to make without using the flow of Time and Place as they would in a dream stage. 
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Image From Video Installation, 2016