All I knew was «women wear a veil there» and «they believe in Allah». Therefore, it was surprising for me to discover that an Iranian teenager in the 80’s had the same feelings, the same problems and the same interests, as I had in my home country (former USSR) during the same period. We had the same "forbidden fruit" of the Western culture, the same "deficient" jeans and sneakers, records and videotapes of western artists we could only buy on the «black market». As I turned the pages, I recognized myself in my teenage years time and time again. That is why Satrapi’s story, her self-questioning, is a reflection of my own, and I can easily relate to
All I knew was «women wear a veil there» and «they believe in Allah». Therefore, it was surprising for me to discover that an Iranian teenager in the 80’s had the same feelings, the same problems and the same interests, as I had in my home country (former USSR) during the same period. We had the same "forbidden fruit" of the Western culture, the same "deficient" jeans and sneakers, records and videotapes of western artists we could only buy on the «black market». As I turned the pages, I recognized myself in my teenage years time and time again. That is why Satrapi’s story, her self-questioning, is a reflection of my own, and I can easily relate to