8 March 2016
This is to spare a thought for all those women out there who are alone, in pain, oppressed, fighting for their life and their rights or working hard to provide for others, all those who walk through the door in silence, without a flower or a smile at the end of the day.
I met them on the shores of Indonesia, in public squares in Poland, and in Romanian villages, but also on the beautiful streets of Milan, London, Berlin, and New York. They have the same stamina and air of solitude everywhere. And the same sense of dignity. They give their life in so many ways, and never ask for anything.
If you are going out for dinner tonight, consider donating your desert to a women’s cause this year.