In a little village where, like so many others, time seems to have stopped. It’s summertime, field work is scarce. So, the men are either seated in cafes or taking a nap while the women, cans in hand, children on their back, take a long walk to the source. An age-old order and an immutable division of labor… until the arrival of Fadma.
Fadma and her husband, a native of this village, came to spend their holidays there. And without warning, Fadma, the ‘city girl’, initiates a silent revolution. Before Fadma’s arrival, the women of the village had never heard the words rest, equality, strike… Henceforth, they will start the belly-strike: as long as the men do not share the domestic chores with their wives, they will have to eat in the only café of the village.
In a little village where, like so many others, time seems to have stopped. It’s summertime, field work is scarce. So, the men are either seated in cafes or taking a nap while the women, cans in hand, children on their back, take a long walk to the source. An age-old order and an immutable division of labor… until the arrival of Fadma.
Fadma and her husband, a native of this village, came to spend their holidays there. And without warning, Fadma, the ‘city girl’, initiates a silent revolution. Before Fadma’s arrival, the women of the village had never heard the words rest, equality, strike… Henceforth, they will start the belly-strike: as long as the men do not share the domestic chores with their wives, they will have to eat in the only café of the village.