Mange drar på påskefjellet og leser krim. Jeg har tenkt å pusse opp et rom og lese andre ting enn krim. Har nettopp startet å lese på The handmaid’s tale av Margaret Atwood. Det er en bok jeg leste for mange år siden, men siden det er kommet en tv-serie har jeg lyst til å lese boken om igjen før jeg ser serien.
Jeg håper du har en fin start på påsken!
I remember the rules, rules that were never spelled out but that every woman knew: don’t open your door to a stranger, even if he says he is the police. Make him slide his ID under the door. Don’t stop on the road to help a motorist pretending to be in trouble. Keep the locks on and keep going. If anyone whistles, don’t turn to look. Dont’ go into a laundromat, by yourself, at night.
I think about laundromats. What I wore to them: shorts, jeans, jogging pants. What I put into them: my own clothes, my own soap, my own money, money I had earned myself. I think about having such control.
Now we walk along the same street, in red pairs, and no man shouts obscenities at us, speaks to us, touches us. No one whistles.
There is more than one kind of freedom, said Aunt Lydia. Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don’t underrate it.