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  Nothing has changed. Men have the power: they have always felt entitled to it and they still are. "Emancipation" is just a word to be mocked because men remain in charge of the world's most vital matters. Women are still considered and expected to be pleasant decorations, needed to adjust and soften the atmosphere. ​And yet, despite this low level of consideration, that role is another kind of power nonetheless! It is a power that voracious women embrace and learn to wield in order to dominate, yet without ever clearly affirming this "dominant" role. This type of apparently "submissive power" is much easier to deny and far harder to measure. ​You see this dynamic very clearly in the Mediterranean countries, where the Arab domination left deep roots. In the northern countries it seems less evident. And yet a widespread, creeping hatred towards women remains very strong. The fact that a Swedish author, Stieg Larsson, wrote Men Who Hate Women, it shows ...
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I was around my twenties, we were spending some days at the seaside, on the Adriatic coast. 

On a beautiful full moon night we went to the sea to take a bath. It has always given me excitement shivers to bath at night. The moon was big, the sea calm, the night was splendid.

After a while we thought we could go to Venice. Why not, it was such an enchanting night! 

In less than two hours we were there. We left the car and we decided to walk to piazza San Marco. It was half past twelve. And the little "calle" were quite desert. Yes, tourists have always been in Venice, but not as much as now. 

We deeply enjoyed that solitary walk in Venice, on a full moon night, in the silence of that magic night.

When we arrived some people were still around. There is a famous, ancient, cafe there, with music. We sat there, we enjoyed the music, the atmosphere, the whispers, and of course a good gelato.

When we left it was after two in the morning. We walked back in silence, letting that magic night impregnate our beings, our hearts, our souls. 

It was a splendid summer night, when Italy wasn't yet overwhelmed with tourisms, and people were enjoying their holiday in a simple way. Without redundancy.

Still today, with 72, I feel and see me walking in the desert little "calle" of Venice, on a full moon summer night of a distant time that has completely gone, for ever. 
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