recently graduated, I found work in a shop in the center that sold tobacco and newspapers. Go from there every morning on a multitude of diverse people, students, mothers with children to be accompanied to school, housewives in search of fortune promised by the "scratch card", journal or some professionals for stamp duty. Our client was also the Director of the Bank's most important cities. Recently moved, was a fifty of refined elegance, a bit 'heavy age, sparse hair, and two magnetic color sea green eyes. Eyes intriguing, daring, that leaves you naked. Every time I crossed the square, throwing me through the windows, looks and insistent fans who returned with timid wave. Left me stunned and upset. But mostly I was flattered. One day he became more bold and asked me to have a coffee. do not know anyone, I'm new in this town and she seems so kind he said. I agreed, curious, pleased, and for some strange reason, attracted also by the situation. Maybe because I spent most of my life with my nose in the books to brood Hegel's thesis on the paranoid and the visionary thinking of Marx. Will my degree in philosophy, so I had so much effort, useless and lying unused in a drawer. Maybe because I recently married the love of my life, which had been the first, the one and only. Maybe because I grew up in a small village in the province, and dreams that I had concrete opportunities. Maybe because I was tired of bouncing groped contests on which the hopes of thousands of povericristi like me. I will, until then, most had a dream that lived, known more poems that people experience the world and borrowed almost exclusively from books. Or perhaps we will simply be hidden instincts of revenge, of revenge at all costs that are often hard to recognize but that are strong and innate in us. The fact is that the polite but constant attention of the Chief gratified me incomprehensibly. As if my ancestry on him could offer me some power, greater consideration, a possibility of success and satisfaction in an indirect way. As if you could give me some easy and immediate possibility of redemption, revenge on the world, that would have given me no merit. Or could open my door and give me some attractive opportunities. Being a Blonde Cape could have its advantages. I realized with some amazement in disbelief. Still gets to me, the thought, a subtle enhancement, an ambiguous excitement and disquieting. Suddenly it all seemed so easy, accessible, at hand. You can imagine my dismay and my embarrassment to find in me a young woman's emancipation, the second-generation feminist, fearless dreamer, obstinate communist, doctor of philosophy with the vocation of the teacher, a Lori Del Santo any one Tini Cansino the poor.
Inutuile say that the story ended there. Indeed, for the truth can not start. After we had agreed to give us of you, in front of my coffee and juice that did not want to slip in my stomach closed, the Director offered me his generous help: If you needed something ... than anything, I would like to help, ... I would like, here, that you addressing me for anything ... Suddenly, instinctively, I went to give him her, humiliated by this courtship seemed to me that a commercial negotiation. And so I went back to pursue my modest dreams of a family of your own home, a job as a teacher. And a year later I held my belly with the first lessons in grammar school children to a noisy and distracted.
I made my choices and I'm happy. But we want to understand what motivates women to SENTIC safer, stronger and less helpless under the protection of powerful men and influential. What we need is ancestral to fall into this trap?
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