And yet it is not. When I learned that the idea of ​​a musical about Aletta Jacobs was capable of assuming I remembered my mother. My mother who gave or received training in assertiveness (which I can not remember exactly). Or the countless times I go with her to the women cafe. A living room where all women came together to tell about their everyday troubles. As a small boy I was allowed to participate, and while I pretended I was playing, of course I listened to everything all told. Very much I learned from this.

Anyway, I learned a lot from her. About people. Men who are tougher to do than they are, and how you can easily see through (with all its consequences, for men, especially the insecure and authoritarian types like me, therefore, often not very interesting ...) Women of the game continue playing no = yes and yes = no and everything in between is a cause for discussion. course with the conclusion that she is right. "Everyone wipes his butt off." This is something I often heard from my mother, and the scope does not actually matter much, it seems clear to me what it is about. Everyone is trying for his or her interest to come if needed.

There has been a battle raged. A battle over ownership. A more confrontational period between a woman and a man I have seldom experienced in the business world. Unexpectedly, I had to deal with a very assertive woman who clung to the idea that I should give my children because it only under her should grow up. In short, a kind of surrogate motherhood, of a father. A difficult choice:

woman: "We will take children?"
man: "Yes, let's do that!"
woman: "But, bear in mind, you have here presented with nothing to tell!"
man: "... they are still my children?"
woman: "No, mine, because I asked the first ..."

An idiotic statement. It seems like a fairy tale. A fairy tale that had become almost a production which I with all my love would have worked, but I do not. To the above rule. Slightly disappointed, sure, but I have been given to enough information to figure out how I can defend myself. That is not always fun, I know. Of these I have seen enough examples in practice before. One thing which I am very grateful to my mother. Unfortunately, I'm not writing songs about someone who has a great emancipation statement made. This is also how I had hoped. There will be another opportunity, I'm sure. But for now it's just a reverie that slowly goes out into the night sky. The wind blows to my house and in my heart the sun shines again ...