Today, the eve of 8 March, International Women's Day; and after a year spent in more or less strict lockdown, my thoughts go with my sisters locked by treacherous family members or imprisoned by cowardly regimes in countries around the world.
After a year spent in one or another confinement tire and despite my "golden cage" being glorious London, in more or less sunny weather; and despite having the freedom to walk, run, roam or ride my scooter, or Boris’s bike round and about, nearly, as I wish; and despite the good company of a playing Hawkwind while cooking “cell-mate”; I saw my independence decline. My personal financial situation declined despite Chouchou Richy - read Shoushou Rishi -’s self-employment scheme. Having worked only five months in 2020, I saw my self-confidence and esteem falling freely too. Furthermore, despite my luck to be able to travel to my native Bulgaria and run up and down its mountains, rivers and beaches in the company of old friends and new Bulgarian, Romanian, Russian, Norwigan and Iraqi acquaintances I still have the feeling of not having travelled, met people and encountered strangers enough.
I felt lonely and isolated despite the clear awareness that I am being "alone" together with half of the world locked in the same pandemic situation. And despite the freedom to pick up the phone at any given moment and talk to my friends in Austria, France, Germany; send them and receive books, postcards and birthday parcels. Lately, despite all the physical exercise, awareness and will power I find it particularly hard to control my food consumption, which again affects my self-esteem and confidence; therefore mood; just like last spring my partner found it hard to control his alcohol intake, hence mood.
Thus, today my thoughts go to the suffering in solitude of the princesses locked behind tall walls and closed gates in Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates; and the simple girls closed in their little bedrooms in Iran; and the women-prisoners of conscience jailed in Saudi, Iranian and other prisons around the world for the simple reason of being women and possibly women with an opinion.
While there are women in this position all women are vulnerable and none truly free; for our, women’s, condition would always be measured and compared - not to their, say Muslim women’s, benefit, but to our, say non-Muslim women’s, detriment.
Therefore, I suggest that we, fellow sisters - brothers are not excluded - freedom and justice lovers, human dignity ecology supports should organise ourselves and march the Free All Women March on 26 of June 2021 - protesting at the Embassies of Saudi Arabia, UAE and Iran in London in one. The starting and finishing point to be precise near the date.
In the same vain and the same occasion: The Meghan Markle/Oprah Winfrey interview: Nothing can compensate for the loss of Freedom - no love, no palace, no gold, no honours. Actually, the more love, palace, gold and honours one has, the more one - if normal - strives for freedom. Obviously, freedom of speech is one of the biggest and most beautiful feathers of the paradisiac Freedom bird. Having it, often compensates for the lack of smaller feathers of the same bird.
It’s not per chance that I am writing this blog like a mad person: it’s my ongoing, three-turn- four- year Oprah Winfrey - alas free - interview. It’s my personal sacrifice-turn-award for my personal freedom. For freedom, a paradisiac bird as it is, is also - some say a two edged sword - a carnivore predator asking to be fed with one’s own and often one’s beloved ones flesh and blood.
Long live all dutches, nurses, waitresses, queens, policewomen, journalistesses and princesses - not sure about yoga instructoresses though, they go on my nerves.
Happy International Women’s Day
P.S We are not taking the Free All Women March to Buckingham Palace because of solidarity with the Queen, in her capacity of a woman - which is another sort of a monarch by default.