Khaf, the northern edge of the desert. South Khorasan. A place where water is not abundant, indeed, it is scarce. The people’s wheat must be ground, whether by windmills or watermills. Here stand the magnificent and astonishing windmills of Nashtifan, more than just one, many, rising tall and capturing the wind. And yet today, of all those windmills, though still standing, only one turns, powered by a single man, bringing fiery flour to the table, and that is all.