A few guards standing around kept people from stopping or gathering there. In contrast to the huge front gate, the door we passed through next was small. The first little room inside led to two reception areas, one for men and one for women. We went through the women’s entrance into a tiny office with broken-down furniture and a box of dirty, smelly chadors. A chubby woman with glasses sat behind a small metal desk. “What’s your charge?” she asked. “Christianity,” we answered. Her brow furrowed in disbelief. “I’ve never heard of someone being brought to Evin for Christianity,” she said suspiciously. “You probably did something else. You were probably advertising and promoting your faith.” “That’s correct,” I said. “We spoke to people about it.” “I told you!” she said with a note of triumph. “Your charge is participating in political activities against the government.” We said nothing. It seemed like every time someone mentioned our offense, they described it differently.
