To recommend a book is to open a door, to lose the fear of questions.
Where is the need to collect one's own life in a book? Is the story of each one alone? What unites Urruña and Tehran? Why are we here and there on all fronts of life? Are they trustworthy without injury? Do we remember things as they happened or happened as we remember them? What does the truth matter in the face of the most sincere nudity? What is Persians really about?
I will not tell you if it is a good or bad book, nor will I give you any praise of a style as simple as fine, nor will I betray you any reasonable answer to the questions above. I just read it on the train from Hendaia to Paris.
I've never been a fan of the Islamic revolution in Iran, Marjane Satrapi was as unknown to me as my traveling companion next door, I didn't want to read comics, but ... They opened the door and I walked in.
Now, in your hand, it's deciding whether to enter or not. You and Persepolis. Because life, in spite of the opposite, is continually decided.
We lived in Spanish, in unified Spanish. It's not a pejorative question, not even Jakue Pascual's book, which was written in Spanish. On the contrary. The long title shows very well its existence. Even more so in the title: Free radios, fanzines and occupations.
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Desobedientzia zibil ez-biolentoa aipatuz gero, Mahatma Gandhi aurkeztuko digute ikur nagusitzat, Indiako kolonialismo gerrazale ingelesaren parte eta sustatzaile, Mussoliniren aldeko edo orduko Etiopia eta Abisiniako sarraskien justifikatzaile aritu bazen ere.