Persepolis Page #4

My nationality and my history

were fascinating them.

You saw a revolution and a war?

- Yeah.

- Did you see many dead people?

- Err... A few.

Wow!

Terrific.

I was soon a member of the band.

With Momo,

I discovered nonchalance,

a forced nihilism concept and

the alternative Vienna life.

I admit that at the beginning

it was a little difficult.

And after all, why not?

I was trying to convince myself

that I had found my place.

But I remained different.

Holidays were sure

to remind me of it.

Sh*t, Christmas again!

I'll have to see my whole family.

All this because of

an American invention.

Santa Claus is in red and white...

It was a Coca-Cola mascot.

I'll be bored to death in Monte-Carlo.

Monte-Carlo is still all right.

Me, I'm gonna see my father in Brazil,

what a load of crap!

It's at least a 13 hours flight!

Holidays are scraps left to the pleb.

If the anarchists had won,

we wouldn't work anymore.

Is everything all right, my dear?

It's fine.

What are you doing for Christmas?

So?

She'll be with some friends

from shool. Be careful.

Is there anything you need?

You're right, enjoy it.

Kisses.

Eat some frutis and vegetables.

Is it a common behavior?

What?

- The way you're eating?

- We can eat in front of TV.

Maybe, but not in a saucepan.

So it's true,

Iranians have no education.

Is it true that you were

all prostitutes?

Oh!

It was the beginning of

a series of moves.

I was flying from

apartment to apartment.

Eve and her mother took me in.

After that I was living

with 8 homosexuals.

Next, I was living in a maid room

then at some friends home,

and at some friends of

some friends home,

to finally end in

Frau Doktor Schloss villa.

She was a retired

philosophy teacher.

To sum up, she was nuts.

The rent is 2000 schillings a month.

- You like dogs, don't you?

- Yes, yes. I love them.

Yuki adopted you.

Dogs have a sixth sense.

They recognize good people.

I decided to become integrated

during the next year.

But sometimes, western culture

remained a mistery.

Ja voll! Ja voll!

I had to improve my knowledge.

From Sartre to Bakounin,

from Zweig to Freud,..

I read everything I could.

But I understood that some things

would be beyond me forever.

Did you see?

This fat pig Waldheim has been elected.

I want to puke!

It can't last any longer.

We must demonstrate!

All of this is hot air.

Life is empty.

When man realizes it,

he creates games for ruler and...

Bullshit!

Life isn't absurd!

People give their life for freedom!

My uncle didn't die for fun.

F***ing a**hole!

My feeling of disarray was immense.

I was safe here while my kins

were enduring the war.

I couldn't let go this

feeling of guilt.

I wanted to live like

a girl of my age.

The time of change was coming.

Within a few months,

I became a young woman.

It was a time of endlessly

repeating ugliness.

First, I grew 18 cm.

Then my face changed.

My face got longer, my right eye

got bigger, followed by my chin.

My right hand became huge,

then it was my left foot.

My nose got three time bigger.

My breast grew.

My buttocks appeared,

restoring my centre of gravity.

And to finish, a huge mole

appeared on my nose.

You see, Yuki? I told you.

She's a whore!

What a shitty music!

There are only a**holes here.

Bakounin wanted the socialist

resolutions to be voted.

We wouldn't be where we are.

Really?

Capitalism is eating away

our society, don't you see?

Yeah, of course. Well...

Where are you from... Marie-Jeanne?

Yeah... I'm from...

I'm French.

Ha? I wouldn't have guessed.

Last year I was in Paris.

Excuse me, I must go.

Okay. Well then, bye.

So you're French?

Grandma, stop it.

It was just a question.

I didn't know you were French.

Do you think it's easy to be Iranian?

People are looking at me

as if I was a savage.

We're just fanatics screaming

and fighting each other.

Is it a reason to disown your origin?

Remember what I told you.

Be true to yourself.

Do you know what she told my brother?

That she was French.

- I'm not kidding.

- Did he believe her?

What? Did you see her face?

- He wanted to chat her up?

- Don't be ridiculous!

I'd kill myself if

he went out with this ugly ducking.

Shut the f*** up!

I'm Iranian and proud to be!

After 3 years in Austria

I was finally feeling good.

Momo, Thierry, Eve and Olivier

had left school.

I had new friends.

There was Birgit, a 30 years old

hippy with the face of an old child.

She had a house in the forest

where she was having parties.

The State could rest easy.

Those so-called anarchist meetings

were just a pretext to drink

beer and eat sausages.

I met Fernando at one

of these parties.

When I saw him, I immediately knew

that he was the man of my life.

Marjane, are you here?

Ha!

That night, I finally understood,

thanks to you.

You revealed me to myself.

If it doesn't work with you,

it won't work with any girl.

I know it, now.

I am homosexual.

Ha! It's good to tell it.

Thank you, Marjane. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I swore that I wouldn't let

myself be caught at it again.

I won't let myself

be caught at it again!

Love is a conventional feeling!

But "Life is life",

as the other losers sang it.

One morning in november,

Markus came into my life.

Shall I walk you back?

I had finally found love.

Nothing was frightening me.

The future looked radiant.

Markus was to become a great writer.

He was reading me extracts from

his piece in his room.

We were as one.

I bought some croissants!

Oh!

Wait.

It's not what you think.

Marjane, I love you!

I love you!

I can't find my brooch.

It's you who stole it!

Leave me alone.

I shan't let it rest at that!

F***ing thief!

Go to hell!

I hate you!

You and your f***ing dog!!!

Don't talk like that about my dog.

Where are you going?

- You won't get on with it so easily.

- F*** off!!!

F***ing thief!

Give me my brooch back!

I'll call the police!

Come back!

How could I be so stupid?

This bastard got round me.

I'm a stupid c*nt, c*nt, c*nt!

How could I fall in love with

this scumbag, this skinflint?

Shall I take you back?

I must fill it up.

Do we split 50-50?

This a**hole's mouth smelled

like sh*t with his damned nature!

F***! What a stupid c*nt are you?

My eye hurts like hell!

- Show me, my love.

- No!

A**hole!

Writer, my ass!

With his shitty piece!

It sucked!

This son of a b*tch had no balls.

He didn't take my defense

in front of his mother.

Ja, Mutter.

A gutless individual, yes!

And it was always me

who was buying the junk!

This jerk was waiting

for me in the car.

He wouldn't have been bothered

if I had been arrested.

What a stupid c*nt I was!

A stupid c*nt!

It was my first night in the street.

The first of many.

I had lost some of my relatives

in a revolution.

I had survived a war.

And it's a love story that

almost got me.

How goes it?

You're waking up?

Well, that was a close one!

It's a good thing we found you.

You've had several bronchitis.

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