The elegant old woman crossed over our husband's arm. Known from sight, I saw that I was a little wrong, the strokes of age. A real lady eibarresa: a pearl necklace, which with her hair carved and proud, being Friday, knew she was in the morning in the hairdresser. This is a very common aspect among the elderly in our country.

So my gaze was drawn to the purple scarf to zero. Above the pearls, it looked like a festival wall, attached to a knot. It was March 8, and when we were on the sidewalk, I was going to the demonstration. The scarf made me smile and rejoice.

Many of you will think that as the wind tends to “celebrate” on March 8, the scarf was turned on, but that is not feminism. It can be true, and it may not be feminist.

But I find it beautiful that those women who are part of the establishment, or who have been, are aware that they have something to claim on 8 March, to tell the four winds that they are women, and that they are proud of it. It's never too late to become aware, or to get
a purple scarf.