To always question ourselves

By Frida Mendoza

March is about to end and although at first I thought this column would be a second part of the chronicle I wrote last 8M, I would like to extend a little more and compile a little because híjole... sometimes you can't with your speed but sometimes columns can be processed in slow fire.

Let's go by parts. March began, as always, with that vibe prior to the 8M march, full of publications and content related to women's empowerment, gender violence, and why we demonstrate. But I also found many reflections on why not to march or why some felt less willing to go out as before.

In my case, I went out, marched and shouted, but I also wrote and had the opportunity to observe alone because for various reasons, my friends who accompanied me could not finish the tour and it was the first time I entered alone -but accompanied by thousands- to the Zócalo, so my walk was totally different.

I wanted to sit down, find a space to stretch my legs a bit, rest and start writing at once. the chronicle that I would send to Opinion51 and Emeequis. I walked a little further, meandering among the "covens" and bonfires of the Zócalo and reached the stage where protests were being held against the murder of women and children in Palestine, the testimonies of victims and survivors, the protests against the State. I wrote then of that "not feeling alone", of the unforgettable moments, of the constant demand for justice.