Great story Behrooz jan, i knew it only could be an extra ordinary story because otherwise iranians usually dont become fans of teams like Panathinaikos or Besiktas. My stroy has been a bit different, i left Iran in the mid 80s to turkey because i had an interview invitation from the US consulate in Jugoslavia for a US visa but i couldnt leave the country legally because i was still a member of army in war times so i had to leave illegally through turkey. To cut a long story short: I never reached Jugoslavia, the trafficker zad ziresh, he only brought me to turkey and hard times of hiding and running from turkish police started. However i landed in Aksaray a not very good neighborhood of Istanbul but at those times it was the best place for Iranians because it was crowded by all kinds of iranian refugees and characters, most of them werent to trust though. From Jaakesh to trafficker, student, to chaaghookesh o adam foroosh...even iranian agents who worked for turkish police were among them. They all lived in cheap and dirty hotels in Aksaray. I went there too because it was the only place you could hide and be one of many and in a lot of hotels you heard more persian than turkish. I had a lot of money so you never slept well because those guys would kill for 100 dollars let alone for thousends of dollars. At those times, even the Iranian toman was still very welcome in Turkey so you could bribe close to anybody with iranian money. Specially our 1000 tomani for whatever reason was very well known and accepted. Nearly every night you could hear of people either beating up each other badly or even stabbing each other to death. Me and another poor iranian student decided to leave, we took the bus to north and came across real wonderful areas and neighborhoods which we then found out was part of Besiktas district. We then started to work in little fish restaurants, in a backery, sometimes we took a little hotel room and worked there aswell and sometimes we did simply nothing, lived from our own money, slepts in parks or in old little yachts and boots whenever we felt like we could be targeted by police. In those times we started to go to Besiktas home games. Besiktas to me was a wonderful club. We found out it was the club with the most secular background and they had a well respected firm (i dont recall the name) led by a group of young armenians and turks who always helped the needy and people who for whatever reason were socially in disadvantage. At those times it was not a normal sight to see armenians and turks cooperate and be such good friends. Only in Besiktas you could find such an atmosphere among turks and the historically despised armenians. That firm could become very violent against Fenerbahce and also against Galatasaray but the remarkable sign of them was this softness towards needy Besiktas fans. They always said something like : We are against everyone except of Ataturk. In district of Besiktas most people were and are still against parties with islamist tendencies. In Besiktas kemalist candidates always led the elections...all in all we spent 4 months in Istanbul before i found another opportunity to reach north europe where i had relatives. Thanks for sharing your story though, it called up all these old memories of mine