Monday, August 3, 2009

Where is my freedom of speech? My life, is it livable?

The regime had understood that one person leaving her house while asking herself: ‘Are my trousers long enough? Is my veil in place? Can my makeup be seen? Are they going to whip me?’ no longer asks herself: ‘Where is my freedom of thought? Where is my freedom of speech? My life, is it livable? What’s going on the political prisons?’

MARJANE SATRAPI. THE COMPLETE PERSEPOLIS.

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