Amsterdam 2012

Una novela del futuro. Te la regalo:

Kan ya ma kan. There was and there was not a time when women walked the streets, hair blowing, without fear of attack, and married men they loved and of their choosing, when girls danced and played at school, and competed in swim teams and clubs, when writers and artists expressed opinions to engage controversy and discussion, when our rights and our democracy seemed as assured as the sun above our heads, and you and I could wile away our days at a café or bar and talk about anything we pleased. That time, like this tale, is now for the storybooks.

This is the story of how all that we now know changed. The year is 2012. The place, Amsterdam.