Reza Hiwa is a poet, born in Tehran in 1955 to Kurdish parents who migrated to a working class neighbourhood in Tehran. He grows as a migrant in his own country, forced to hide that they were Kurds and that his parents were Sunnis. He spent his youth in this neighborhood where the country's ethnic mosaic mingled. Poverty always pushes the left-behind from the provinces toward the metropolises

He enters university to fulfill his parents' dream and become an engineer, the symbol of social success. But his mind is elsewhere. On the eve of exams, he devours Beethoven, Marx and Hugo, and instead of studying the resistance of materials, he thinks of another kind of resistance.

He fights against the Shah's regime, then against the Republic which he considers repressive. There he is in France, father of three children. Another gift from life takes him traveling across Europe.

He claims to be a poet. If you ever run into him, don't contradict him.

He finally finds his fetish book, Man, which he reads voraciously. He prefers conversations on a trail to ideological debates.

He says he was born to sow. To sow even when everything suggests he is alone, isolated and marginal. To sow despite drought and flood. He believes in the power of words. He distrusts them and he sows them. Words have changed him so many times in his life.