4 years on a bike

When I am cycling along the coast of the Persian Gulf, flies attack me and the Arabians wear white robes asking "Iran is good, Iran is very good?" I sleep in the giant castle Azad College where I am used as didactic and motivational material in several groups of English classes. Students ask, among others, why I am bald, to which I answer that I am old and I like this style too. They are guessing that I'm 28 years old. They ask if I like Iranian food. I confirm 'because I had it always for free'. The lecturer is dying of laughter when I answer his question about my knowledge of Farsi.   I can say in 3 ways 'thank you' and 'goodbye'. At the end of the day, a mouse runs out of my apartment on the roof of this castle.