Inequality in the time of quarantine, some thoughts and a call for solidarity
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.
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.
We are not defined by our best achievements nor by our greatest moral failures.