A long time ago, in a nearby village, there was a young angry boy. The town was called something like “Sant Cugat”, or “Ciutat Dormitori”. In this city, where the boy had grown up and loved, the boy and his friends wanted to go out. But they just couldn’t. No. They could only go to the outskirts, where only a heteropatriarchal model of partying was allowed and sexist advertising was displayed. To make things even worse, they couldn’t make any sound after ten o’clock in the town center, where they lived. Can you believe that?
When he was a child, he had never noticed the problem, and as the years went by, he eventually forgot about it. He married another boy, made a family and lived happily ever after. But the young people of the town wouldn’t, not until the town council would hear them.
Pseudònim: Wilted Baobab