A fire


Five years ago, I was in Buenos Aires on March 8th.

As I was wandering * the streets, I met some young women’s rights activists who told me about Women’s Day, why they were marching and also about how it all started:

Everyone believes that Women’s Day is just another Valentine’s Day and that men have to buy flowers for women. People have forgotten its true meaning and the tragic reason why we celebrate it today. It all started here, in Argentina, on March 8th 1857, when dozens of women went on strike and locked * themselves inside the factory where they worked to demand better working conditions. To get rid of * those ‘troublemakers’, their employer set fire to the building and they died.

I looked it up * on the Internet and, interestingly enough, the first article I opened started by stating that this fire story was a myth; the same story set in France or in the United States is often told (although I believe it really took place in New York).

The truth about how it all started might not be as punchy *, but when we think about it, we realize that a lot has been achieved thanks to those women who took to the streets. There’s still a long way to go and if it’s a myth we need, then let’s call it a fire.