Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro: 27oC, warm, sunny and slightly overcast.
The first of May is Labor Day, when Brazil and many other countries recognise and celebrate the contribution that the population have given to their country. It is nice and beautiful, but today, nobody really knows what Labor Day is for, considering society’s hypocrisy.
We try to live and survive in an equalitarian democracy where, in theory, everybody is equal in terms of ethnicity, colour, creed, sexuality, etc. I do not want to go down this rabbit hole today because it is too complex and hypocritical, and I do not have the patience, but we all know that it is not true.
However, I watched a reel video the other day that made me think. It was a video of a military feminist woman defending women’s rights and the importance of women in society. We all know this, and any man who does not know how to appreciate the female figure in society is stupid, not forgetting that the woman is taking over from the man in many areas of society.
The percentage of women studying at universities nowadays is significantly greater than men in many areas and subjects, both traditional and non-traditional for women.
In the interview, the interviewer called the woman’s attention to the fact that everything that she could see around her, such as the cars, the buildings, etc, were built by men in an anonymous form.
As I have already mentioned, the situation is changing. Still, the fundamental foundations of what we have, live and breathe today have originated from man’s hard work and, at the extreme, the loss of many men’s lives in doing so who are and were unsung heroes that have been taken for granted nowadays.
It is also true that most of these men had families and that the woman provided the infrastructure, the base of the family and its environment to allow him to work.
A man comes from his mother, a woman; without her, life would not be perpetrated, so each has his or her role, and recognition should be given to both respectively and fairly.
As it is a bank holiday, I can do an early morning exercise without worrying about time for the first class. After exercise, coffee at the local baker’s and later after lunch, I will have to take Yasmin back to her mother’s.
This is the week that I will move from Copacabana to Botafogo. I will live with my ex-wife for four or five months before going to England. During this time, I want to guarantee that Yasmin and Nalva will be OK while I am gone.
Nalva is a difficult person, but she is neither bad nor dishonest. She is the mother of my second daughter. Consequently, she affects Yasmin’s well-being, which is important to me. Maybe Yasmin could spend some time in England; until then, I must do my part.
When I took Yasmin back to her mother’s, I took the opportunity to make some prearrangements about the move. Nalva seemed receptive, and everything was good and arranged until this moment. I returned to Copacabana at about six and was in bed by nine after reading twenty pages of my book.
Thank you.
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Richard
