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I made the mistake of reading some other reviews that claim that Marjane's depiction of alienation, drug use, and homeless in Austria was largely her own fault, which somehow makes this second part of Satrapi's memoir less enjoyable, which is a ridiculous assertion. From a war torn country, a young (though independent) Marjane struggles to navigate an entirely new culture without the benefit of a personal ambassador or the ability to go home to regroup before attempting again to find herself in a new country that treated her coldly. When she finally must admit failure, she returns home to find that she no longer quite fits there, either. Her story is told in a way that I really related to, despite the fact that I did not grow up in a war torn country or attempt an education overseas or return to find my home country ruled by fear of torture, death and enforced ignorance. I still wanted to hang out with Marjane and drink and smoke cigarettes and talk about fundamentalism, feminism and Marxism. (And the cold nature of Nordic peoples.)