Michael Jackson finally found his place

Part 4 — The Punchline But after all those years, I learned one simple truth: In this foreign city, you can work hard and still get nowhere… or you can fool the people, play the game, and live from everybody else’s pocket. So tell me, Haji, where am I supposed to go? I can’t dance this way, and I can’t dance that way. There is no cure for this homesick heart. Enough. Enough. I’m tired. But someday, we’ll meet again in Tehran-Jeles, on the corner of Tehran and Los Angeles. And there I’ll smile and say: “After all these years, I finally found my place.”