Farewell to a changed, subtle Iran

I have been reading about/studying Iran for years. Since I was a young teen.
SO complex, especially now.
There is no way to have a concise conversation about the current situation without being so simplistic, as to just be... sorry... but... wrong.
I mean, at least for myself.
Perhaps someone else can, but I can't.
There are so many generational, regional, cultural, ethnic, religious, spiritual and educational differences... and each feels differently about the West, as well as the US.
All of them intersect and overlap.
Some love us, some hate us, most don't give a shit... truly, MOST. Most just want the best social services for their families and businesses and really could care less if those in power deal with the US and Europe or not.
That nation is old. OLD, old in a way the most Europeans cannot understand and old in a way that Americans... well, don't even try, I don't.
As I studied Persia I learned the meaning of the word foreign.
One dream of mine has been to go. I dream of it at least weekly, mostly of the smells.... it aches in my heart.