"Learn it now and learn it well, my daughter. As the needle of the compass marks the north, so the man's accusing finger always finds a woman to blame. Also, remember. "
For days this phrase echoes in my mind. After reading "A Thousand Splendid Suns" by Khaled Hosseini between a customer and up, are increasingly tired of the situation in which I live. I can well understand the poor Mariam forced to marry just fifteen, to suffer the abuses of her husband, giving birth to a daughter and live in a world of junk disgusting just like this where I am myself. Simply, I want to rebel. I want to leave this job and go as far as possible to start a new life and who knows, forces them to find true love with a capital "A" I've never tried nor obtained if not read in some book. Maybe because today is the feast of women and I am forced to stay here in this dingy hotel room to wait for my clients. I never wanted to do this, I would have liked to stay in school, graduate in my country and become a surveyor, but there is no work there and my father sent me here in Italy. "You'll have a husband and many children, a beautiful home and the possibility of your every dream, "he told me and now? All that I have not ever gotten. Only ill-treatment, pain to be endured in silence, knots in the throat to suffocate and of the bitter taste in the mouth every time you knock on my door. I get paid to do this lousy job and I do not get anything in return except a sandwich, a bed to sleep and, if we have embedded a lot, one day of freedom ... then go to the beach, I lie, I think about my life and start to cry. Only tears can relieve my pain, the only way I can blur and has thrown out a hint of sadness. Then come back to the hotel. I'd like to open the door and hear the footsteps of my children while shouting "Mum you're back!" Poserei the shopping bags on the floor and embraced them. The key turns in the lock and returns to the harsh reality. I'm beginning to repudiate my body, touched by many hands and too foreign, I do own grief and compassion, I do not like me, never a word of comfort, someone who is kind to me, asking me "how are you", which make me feel welcome ... increases with each passing day more and more in me the desire to rebel. But as I do!? Whenever a colleague of mine has tried has ended up in hospital hit by the creature that manages our traffic. We sell to the highest bidder as is done with animals, but not remembering that we have a heart like theirs. Or that's what makes us different? Perhaps God has given them only a heart capable of pumping blood in my veins while we added as an option that women can have feelings. I have to redeem my eyes, from my parents and all those unsuspecting people who we imagine this situation is not happy in knowing that the only ones to enjoy, are our customers, usually those frustrated and dissatisfied by his wife, who prefer to betray with us. Yuck. I would do anything to have a beautiful family and yet I have not even a shred of dignity. Today I go from here. I get dressed and for the first time I am going to Avenge me of someone else. The police station is nearby, the name of the person who put up this crap is well printed in my mind this evening, March 8, 2011, I and my former colleagues for the first time we'll be women and not objects.
VALENTINA STAR TASSIN
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