My favorite pregnant woman goes around town, her world ball in front of her, peeing every 15 minutes.
So he asks to use the bathrooms of the hospitality guild, and mostly the hospitality guild is very friendly and lets him pass to pee, given his delicate and promising state: he has a person from the future inside.
But there is a small percentage, although not negligible, that prevents him from passing (some are even women).
To use the bathroom you have to consume, ma'am.
I can only let you pass if you are a hotel customer.
Etc.
There are people who think that having children is something that only concerns the parents. And it is obvious that it is up to the parents, but I like to see social reproduction as something that also involves the rest of humanity. Each pregnant woman is a fire of hope, a weaver of the tapestry of humanity that stretches from the past to the future, even if the future seems like a wall. The people who think that the new generations are the property of their parents are the same people who want to embed their religious or political beliefs in children because they believe that these beings belong to them, when in reality society and public education should be there to defend them. the children of their parents, especially when the parents are Kafirs.
Facilitating urination for pregnant women should be a moral duty for hoteliers, just like giving a glass of water to the thirsty, helping a lost child, comforting an old man in pain, or helping the dying.
Many managers and waiters think that they are only there to contribute the essential canes to Madrid's freedom and make money, because today only the commercial dimension of bars, homes, culture, and the entire city is understood.
A hostile city, with hard squares and ill-fated people, increasingly similar, filled with concrete, to the surface of Mars.
The architect Izaskun Chinchilla spoke to me recently about her book
The City of Care
(Waterfall): as she observes, the contemporary city is designed exclusively for production and leisure (another form of production) and not for reproduction. In other words, everything is planned for those who work to work, for cars, goods, and capital flows to circulate, but little is prepared for children to grow up, to take care of the elderly, to go for a walk.
It is difficult to find shadows under which to shelter from the blazing sun, fountains where to drink water, places to sit and hang out or have a snack (many public benches are intended to scare away the young and the poor) or where to play or chat safely.
There aren't too many places to pee either.
The minimum care that life requires are only dispensed upon payment in a bar or on a terrace.
A hostile city, with hard squares and ill-fated people, increasingly similar, filled with concrete, to the surface of Mars.
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