I had two Persian bosses during my career. Both were princes of men. Smart, engaging, very well educated, good managers, and successful.
They both were able to get out of Iran after the Shah fell. Their escape stories were really something, but not as amazing as my Vietnamese gardener’s escape from the NVA. He was a full colonel in the South Vietnam army, was captured and escaped to the south, hiding in swamps during the day and moving only at night.
I had a young Vietnamese engineer working for me who escaped on the boat lift from Vietnam. He was a young child and remembered getting strafed at sea by NV planes.
Then there were my great grandparents who fled from Danzig, Germany after the Soviet invasion in April 1945.
It’s amazing how many people I’ve known who have harrowing escape stories.
I’ve known lovely Iranian people, too.
I worked with Vietnamese guy once and he told me his story. Ha d to get out only wearing a pair of shorts. That's all he wore for 6 months until he got smuggled out and taken to a refugee camp. He lived there for two years eating only rice before getting a visa to the US.