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Stories of women killed in Mexico

Stories and News (short) According to a new, recent report by the Interior Department, the National Women's Institute and the UN agency, the number of women murdered in Mexico has risen sharply in the last decade, in the middle of the war on drugs. In particular, of over 50,000 killing of women since 1985, almost a third took place over the past six years. I wish male readers out there will tolerate and understand what I’m going to say, but when a woman is murdered, much more is killed than the mere flesh and blood that were asking just for life. Because when a woman is erased from history, it happens also to the future she would have donated, the present she would have taken care of, and the past she would have claimed. It's like taking the earth off from the sky, one piece at a time. It is like depriving the sun of the best which to be reflected in. It creates unnatural loneliness that leaves behind madness and misery. With every women martyrdom, we all become s...

Dying for too much living for a little

Stories and News No. 1031 In Japan, job inspectors have determined that journalist Miwa Sado ’s death at the age of 31 in July 2013 was caused by overwork . The woman, who was employed at the headquarters of the country's public broadcaster, Nippon Hōsō Kyōkai, during the month preceding his death for heart failure had recorded 159 hours of extraordinary and enjoyed just two days of rest . The case has been made public by its former employer only this week . Yes, I know what you’re thinking now. That's what they all think afterwards. I would do it also myself, in your place, if I could. Yes, if I could. Too late, right? For me, not for you, as they say. This is the fate of the ‘too much’ of this world. They are a useful cover for ‘a lot’, not to mention the little. We, martyrs of time, can only envy the latter. If I had bigger eyes to find out the deception, like the cartoon characters, that look more like you than us and that's fine. Because it’s the cl...

Stories of women: forced to use husband's name

Stories and News No. 916 I read that in Japan the Court has forced a teacher to use her married name at work on the basis of a rule from the nineteenth century . The woman has sued her employer, the Nihon University, which has refused to allow her to use her maiden name in professional interactions with pupils and parents. The newspapers did not report the name of the woman. So I sent her my words. No, I'm not you. But I would like to know. What it means to live with a mask inevitable ordered, pleasant at the very best. Alleged missing rib of a Knight with a not so shining armor, hidden in it everywhere and most of the time. War or peace. There is always someone who fights a battle that comes from far away, where injuries are always and only for her. Only when she wins, she lives. And even when she does not lose, she can die anyway. No, I do not speak for you. But, to you. I would like the same to understand. What does it mean, every morning, afternoon and ev...

Mexican woman dies at 117 without certificate: those who wait

Stories and News No. 895 Trinidad Alvarez Lira died last Wednesday at age 117 , after waiting for years to get proof of being born in 1898 , so that she could receive government benefits. However the fateful birth certificate was delivered just hours after her death... Photo : Sinembargo.mx You know what? It happens, indeed. It happens a lot more than what you think. Those who are waiting get tired and go beyond. You arrive pretending breathless or asking pardon for the delay with false mortification, but the scene is always the same. An empty room, an empty sidewalk, an empty space in a vacuum. Too bad for her , I'm sorry for him , that is what you tell yourself. And you're wrong, dear friend by a very personal concept of time. Bad and sorry are all for you. You know what? You have no idea how many of your kind we met along the journey. Incorrigible fellow of the latter, sick of a very pernicious slowness in recognizing the obvious. One hundred and s...