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Emancipation?

  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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Floating away

 

A new inner choreography for a changing reality

Little by little, the "texture" of the many memories that once furnished my mind is fading away. They no longer exist—not because I have erased them, but because they are no longer the same as they were when they first became my memories.

​It is like taking a photograph of a child. If you continue to see that child, the picture becomes a video that follows their development. But if you stop following that child’s adventure through life at some point, the video becomes a static image, frozen on the last shot. This is what gets stored in your memory.

If you happen to meet the child again, he has become someone else, and something cringes deep inside. The memory is reset, yet the shadow of the previous one remains—at least for a while, until the new reality becomes your new inner choreography, building a fresh memory.

​At the moment, I am not renewing all that is fading away because I don't have the opportunity to create a new bond. I am simply watching the old float away into the sky, exactly like a red balloon disappearing into the clouds.

As soon as I managed to get over the unsettling feeling created by the discrepancy between the old and the new reality, I felt light—as if I were that red balloon floating high into a new, faraway reality. Perhaps not even belonging to this world anymore!

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