Two women talk about it. Two Iranians. The first, born after the 1979 revolution, has only known the Islamic regime and is a great successful actress. The second, a renowned writer, grew up in the Iran of the Shah. The girl tells about some episodes of her childhood, the harassments suffered by the lay family and artists, the dazzling career of her in the cinema, the weight of the censorship and the long interrogations by the Guardians of the Revolution. The story of her testifies to an iran unknown to the writer, who instead recalls the forced modernization of the company at the time of the western western monarchy of the Shah. From the comparison of these two visions a fascinating novel is born, in a game of mirrors that contributes to defining the portrait of the two female characters and the complex evolution of a country full of contradictions and great cultural wealth. Of considerable impact the pages in which Sheyda teenager, escaped to an aggression with acid, shaves zero the hair and run away by bicycle disguised as a boy, at risk of very strict penis. Or when later he will have to choose between the evening dress or the chador to wear to the first of his films in New York, an instinctive choice that will result in fact the exile, pain, the non-return, but also the Affirmation of your identity and claim of your talent, in a sense the search for a new destiny.