We, the privileged

Inequality in the time of quarantine, some thoughts and a call for solidarity

I saw a man peacefully take his life

It’s been more than two years. I will never know what made him take the decision he took. Some say that suicide is never a decision, but rather an act of despair.

My MD’s wandering hands

In slow motion, he placed his hands on my breasts, cupping a breast in each hand. His gesture lasted only a few seconds. I froze. Or rather, I became a fly settling on my left shoulder, petrified, void, and breathless.

Why I go into prison

We are not defined by our best achievements nor by our greatest moral failures.