Some people look pretty in it, some do not, some look like Sophia Loren in the 50;s some like Amy Winehouse in 2007.
After a few days wearing it I notice how it works. I want to stay in my hotelroom, I wanna stay inside, because I feel myself than and more free because I do not have to wear it.
So it helps keeping women inside.
It is veru hot and unhandy. The Chador eben more because you can not use your hands anymore.
A chador from above, in the wind or in the snow has a lot of beauty in it. Sort of abstract moving human dot.
There are lots of variations, and yes I also saw women punishing other women because they were not dressed properly. That really hurts.
I do not recognize my friend I have been hanging out with for a day, when we are home and she unveils herself and takes her coat off and I see a hip colourful tshirt…..
Talking to a theaterwoman from Pakistan. She thinks the chador in Iran is so much better than the burqas in her country. At least the face is free here. And Iran is safe. With us the Taliban is getting more and more power and the women less and less.
So much fear for women.
Saw a great theatre performance of 10 women with and without chadors. It was a parody. And also very deep things about womenstuff:men, daughters, clothing, love, death, make up, reputation.
The audience loved it so much and were laughing to tears.
Talking to someone who lived abroad for a few years. She says that it is harder now to wear the veil....before I left there was no feeling about it, but now it really hurts. I just stay in the house as much as possinble. There I feel free.
Chador is sort of a symbol of the whole situation here. Something that is just put ontop of a natural state.
A woman with a chador walking in the wind is very sexy and gives an image of a bird or black angel.
I feel excuded from men...they can use the swimmingpool in the hotel, and the suna, we can not. They do not feel diffrent than at home, we do...every minute...
I feel part of the women here, included. It is nice and intimate to come home and throw away your scarf and chadors and you are " yourself" again.
I keep on having these conciousness drops. Like I am falling through all my believe systems and understand the opposite views alike and sympathise with them depending where I am and with whom. So who am I anyway? And what do I think about this? Levels keep on multiplying, I do not understand anything anymore.
Also I am beginning to feel a bassdrum kinda sound, about how really all young people in the world are alike under the system which lies over their natural state. Such absurdity, that people in power can put systems on people, and we just behave accordingly, but underneath do not change.....crazy......
