Persepolis Page #6

What did they do with the guy?

They picked him up.

Do you think that's funny?

Yes, don't you?

I think that you're a f***ing slut!

That's what I think.

I had no other choice!

Yes, you had!

Everybody has a choice.

Everybody always has a choice!

Your grandfather went to prison

for protecting innocents.

And your uncle Anouche!

Did you forget why he died?

What did I teach you?

Intergrity!

Does this word ring a bell, miss?

Shame on you!

The lady with the bag!

Stop running!

The lady with the bag!

Stop running!

Hey! Stop running!

Madam, why are you running?

I'm late.

You must not run like that.

When you're running, your behind

makes indecent moves.

Then don't look at my ass!!!

F*** it! Wherever we stand,

we always see the same thing!

Anatomy lesson my ass! The only

thing sticking out is her big nose.

Go to the central university

immediately.

All the absentees

will be suspended for 2 weeks.

We must behave correctly.

The flowers of the Revolution

grew from the blood of our martyrs.

To have an indecent behavior is like

trampling on the blood of the martyrs.

So, I'm asking to all

young ladies to wear

tighter trousers and

longer cowls.

They must cover their hair

and must not use any make-up.

Does anybody have a question?

If not, the session is ended.

Yes?

Our cowls are short,

our trousers are indecent,

we put on a lot of make-up, etc.

I spend a lot of

time at the workshop.

I need to be able to move

freely to draw.

A longer cowl makes it difficult.

Our trousers efficiently

hide our shapes.

Knowing that those trousers

are in fashion,

is the religion defending

our integrity...

or is it simply

opposed to fashion?

You make comments about us

while the brothers...

have many different clothes

and hair cuts.

Sometimes, we can even

see their underwears.

Why is it that as a woman,

I'm not allowed to feel anything

when watching them,

while men can get excited on

our shorter cowls?

It's great. It's as if you had

cut their little dick.

Take off this f***ing cowl.

It makes me claustrophobic.

I tend to forget it.

Don't ever forget it.

It's fear that makes us

lose our self-awareness.

It's also changing us into cowards.

You had guts.

I'm proud of you.

- I want to leave.

- To go where?

To the USA or to Europe.

Where in Europe?

I can't stand living

here any longer.

What about us?

You'll come with me.

- I don't want to leave.

- That's because you're still nostalgic.

Sooner or later,

people will disgust you.

You can die in the West,

nobody cares.

Don't worry.

We'll manage.

What's your relationship with him?

Good.

We'll call your parents.

Either they pay

or it will be some lashing.

When your mother and I were 15,

we used to walk together holding hands.

Oh la la!

And yet it was in this country.

You know, that's how

the situation is now.

You have to be careful.

I think it's better if you're

not seen outside anymore.

This situation is unbearable.

We can't go anywhere.

We're like prisoners.

It's not a life!

Yeah... We can only get married.

So?

- Did you cry, mom?

- No.

I always wanted you to be

independent, educated and cultured.

And now you're getting married

at 21 years old!

I want you to leave Iran

to be free and liberated!

It's fine.

Trust me.

I know what I'm doing.

- Did you see the car keys?

- Huh?

I left them here.

I don't know.

They were here.

We don't share anything anymore.

You're the ideal couple to us.

Ideal couple, my ass!

What? You want my picture?

A**hole!

Not so long ago,

you were saying that you loved him.

It's impossible to know...

until we live under the same roof.

What will you do?

Are you gonna get a divorce?

I don't know.

My sister left

her husband last year.

As soon as she got a divorce,

all men wanted to

have sex with her.

The butcher proposed her.

Then the baker and the greengrocer.

And even the beggars.

Men are convinced that

their thing is irresistible

and that a divorced woman will

accept since she's not a virgin anymore.

Stay with your husband

as long as you can.

Something's wrong?

Don't get yourself

into such a state!

Excuse me.

What is this sorrow for?

Grandma!

It's terrible!

What's so terrible?

I think that... I think that

I don't love Reza anymore.

I think we'll part.

So this is your terrible thing?

I thought somebody had died!

You've no idea what you're saying!

I have a heart condition.

And you're talking to me like that!

All those tears for a simple divorce!

Listen to me carefully.

I did it 55 years ago.

Back then,

no one was getting a divorce.

I knew that I would be happier

alone than with a damned nuisance!

But...

No buts!

A first wedding is a rough

work for the second one.

It will be better next time.

You're crying because

you were wrong.

It's hard to accept your own

mistakes, isn't it?

Where were you?

I was very worried.

Nima is dead.

Huh? What?

Nima is dead.

I'm leaving you.

The time had come for me to leave.

I decided to go to France.

I had to wait 3 months for a visa.

I went to the Caspian sea

with grandma

where I filled my lungs with

this unique air.

An air like nowhere else.

Then I promised grandpa

that he'd be proud of me.

Then I wnet behind the prison

where my uncle Anouche was resting,

somewhere next to

thousands of innocents.

I promised him to try to be true

to myself as much as possible.

Then, one day, the time

to leave had come.

My father cried, as usual.

you're leaving forever.

You're a free woman.

Iran of today isn't for you.

I forbid you to come back.

Yes, mom.

Grandma!

My sweet little girl!

I never saw my grandma again.

She died a little later.

Freedom always has a price.

Ah! What a shitty weather!

Where do you come from?

Iran.

Grandma, you always smell good.

How are you doing?

I pick up jasmine

flowers every morning

and I put them in my bra.

This way, I always smell good.

Wow! It's great!

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