Romance versus history. Uncomfortable facts against a convenient and much more beautiful lie. This book discusses how the story of an Indian maid called "Pocahontas" has, not only survived and thrived until today, but been construed to the best advantage of those who tell it. Is a crime committed in a far away past something we may forget today, just for the sake of a good story? Can you nonchalanty change historical events, that form the self-conception of a nation, under the "disguise" of producing art? Is "Pocahontas" the romantic heroine every child knows from the Disney movie, or are we living on a sweet illusion, designed to create a guilt-free present?