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to keep their freedom

after this dictatorship.

It will never be worse

than under the shah.

I'm ready!

You'll see,

she'll eat your brain.

I'm ready!!

I'll start with the beginning.

I was 18 years old when

my uncle and my friends

declared the independence of

Azerbaidjan's Iranian province.

Wow!

Fereydoun appointed himself as

minister of Justice of this republic.

Justice is the basis of democracy.

Men must be equal

in front of the law.

I became his secretary.

It's just a beginning.

We'll free Iran from dictatorship.

Province by province,

city by city.

I'm sure of it!

It wasn't easy for me because

my father was loyal to the shah.

My son is a traitor!

Go and meet your stupid brother!

You'll all be shot!

Shot!

My father couldn't have been

more right. One morning...

My God! Fereydoun!

I had to escape.

I had no choice.

While my uncle was facing

his destiny alone...

I walked for days in the storm.

I was hungry, I was cold,

but I kept going.

I crossed Alborz mountains

to take refuge at my parents home,

in Astara.

Who dares bother me at this hour?

My God, Anouche!

My God!

It's our son, he's almost dead.

My dear son!

My son...

My dear son, forgive me!

I couldn't stay, I was wanted.

I had to go into exile.

I swam across the Aras river

and I arrived in USSR.

What did you do then?

I went to Leningrad.

Then to Moscow, I got my doctorate

in Marxism-Leninism.

But I was missing my family.

I tried to came back by train

with forged identity papers

but it didn't work.

- They arrested me.

- Then you went to prison?

Yes. You know...

It's important that you know.

The memory of the family

must not be forgotten.

Even if it's hard,

even if you don't understand everything.

Don't worry, uncle Anouche.

I'll never forget.

Were you married in Russia?

It's late. You must sleep.

Here, it's for you.

I made it in prison.

It's made of breadcrumbs.

voted democratically

for the islamic republic.

It's normal. Each revolution

has its transition period.

Half the country is illiterate.

Only nationalism or religious

ethics rally people.

Mina left the country.

She thinks it's too dangerous.

We found Mohsen drowned

in the bath tube.

Don't worry.

Everything will be fine.

Siamak and his family left.

Those bastards killed his sister.

Maybe we should leave too.

You could be a cleaning lady

and me, a taxi driver.

We'll get rid of the

antirevolutionaries.

Between them and us, there's only

one law, the law of blood.

- Marji?

- Yes?

They arrested Anouche.

I know.

- Daddy!

- It will be all right, honey.

Do you want to do

something for him?

Anouche can have one visitor.

You're the one she wants to see.

I'll go.

Ten minutes.

What a nice dress!

What a nice little girl!

Your visit honours me.

You're the little girl

I wish I would have had.

But you'll see, one day,

proletariat will rule

Here.

I made another cygnus with

breadcrumbs for you.

It's the uncle of the first one.

Star of my life.

What's up my child?

Don't be sad.

Shut the f*** up!

They killed him and you did nothing!

I've nothing to do with it...

Shut up!

I don't want to see you again!

Go away! Go away!

Get lost!!!

One year after the revolution,

Iraq attacked Iran.

Saddam took advantage of the

country's weakness to strike.

The revolution and the army

massive cleansings had weakened us.

In the name of the fight

against the foreign enemy,

the state wiped out

the enemy inland,

the old opponents to

the shah's government.

Arrests and executions increased.

Everybody was scared.

The new government established

even more repressive laws.

Within two years,

our everyday life changed.

And so did we.

Come on!

On the heart for our martyrs!

Sons and daughters of Iran,

war killed our best children.

Truth will soon arise

from their blood.

Who did they die for?

It's for us.

It's for us!

Hey! Martyrs!

Martyrs! Martyrs!

Finish me off!

Satrapi, what are you doing?

I'm suffering, isn't it obvious?

Go to the class immediately!

The veil is synonymous with freedom.

A worthy woman must cover herself

from the eyes of men.

The one revealing herself is a sinner.

- She'll burn in hell.

- Hey! Did you see that?

- Wow!

- Our soldiers are dying

for our country...

- Hey!

Look!

-Pfff! Abba,

it's for the simple minded!

Go outside in close order!

Come on!

Mom, what do we eat?

What about some chili?

Yes, so we can fart!

Give me that!

- I saw it first!

- Yeah right, b*tch!

Stop!

That's how it is as soon

as a shop is empty!

Each must take according

to their needs.

What business is it of yours?

Shut up!

Put your scarf back on.

Hey! I'm talking to you!

Don't get too familiar.

Show some respect.

Respect?

Women like you,

I f*** them against the walls!

Get in!

Mom, are you all right?

Yes, darling.

I'm fine.

Are you moving or what?

Shut the hell up!

Mom, give me 50 tomans!

What for?

To buy a tape.

What about your Bee Gees tapes?

The Bee Gees suck!

Stevie Wonder.

Julio Iglesias.

Pink Floyd.

"Jichael Mackson."

Lipstick, nail polish, cards.

Iron Maiden.

- How much?

- 100.

- 50.

- 60.

- 50.

- 60.

- 50.

- 50.

What the hell is this outfit?

Punk shoes!

Which ones?

Those.

They're sneakers.

It's punk.

I play basketball at school.

And this jacket?

And that?

Michael Jackson!

A symbol of decadence!

Not at all, madam.

It's... It's...

- Malcolm X.

- Are you kidding me?

Lower your scarf, you little whore!

- Follow us to the committee.

- Sorry, madam.

My mother is dead. My evil

mother-in-law is taking care of me.

She'll kill if I don't go back home.

She'll burn me with the iron.

She'll force my father to

put me in an orphanage.

Have mercy!

Please, madam. Mercy...

Mercy. Have mercy, madam...

Phew!

Our soldiers bravery bore fruit.

Tonight, our army destroyed 63 tanks

and 26 Iraqi fighters.

The blood of our martyrs is

irrigating our sacred land.

Deserts of despair

will blossom from it.

Dying as a martyr is like injecting

blood in the veins of society.

Are you all right, Mrs Nassrine?

No, I'm not.

They gave that to my son at school.

They told them that if they

died in combat

they would go to

heaven with this key!

They've been told that in heaven,

there's plenty of food and women...

Women?!

Well, yes...

He's 14 yers old, he's interested.

I suffered a lot.

I raised my 5 children

with my tears.

Now they want to take my elder

son for this key.

I've always been

faithful to religion.

I prayed, wore a veil and obeyed.

If that's how things are then

I don't want to believe in anything.

It's me!

They arrested the Rochanis.

They found some alcohol

at their home.

Who are you covering yourself for?

For mister.

That's how we've been raised.

Don't worry.

I'll talk to your son.

Thanks to my parents,

Mrs Nassrine's son didn't

go up to the front.

Between the fear of the bombings,

the government repression,

and the spying of the neighbours,

life was taking its course.

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