He was smart, occasionally humorous and detailed in his replies to my questions. Officially, he was an attaché at Iran’s high-walled, black-painted embassy in Beirut, but back in 1996 I thought Ghadanfar Rokon Abadi was an Iranian intelligence officer. He wore his neat black beard well-trimmed and if his eyes looked older than his 40 years, his English was heavily accented but impeccable, his manners polite almost to the point of exaggeration.

Source: The untold story of the deaths at Hajj | Voices | The Independent