“In our tradition there is a strange reversal of roles, where the rapist is proud and the victim must be ashamed”. I remember once, when I returned to my city in Sfax, I met my brother and other friends and acquaintances playing cards in a bar. I joined them, and I recognized someone who had been a rapist when we were younger, even though he was a few years older than me. Well, at a certain point he said to me, and repeated it several times, without anyone reacting in any way: “if I had raped you as a young man, you would not have had the courage to open your mouth now”…
Amy Winehouse, the bad luck of becoming famous
Amy felt like a bomb. Like it was amplified. As if words came from pain alone. As if she tried all the improvised, but only if it hurts, as if she should love without thinking who actually contributed to killing her. Because she actually hated herself, loving only those who could destroy her…