In the beginning of March I was one of the few people to attend the traditional 8th of March Women’s March in Sarajevo. Its purpose is to raise awareness of the roots of the 8th of March celebrations, which began in order to demand more rights for women. Unfortunately, that part of history has been a bit lost in translation perhaps, as it has become a day in which women are showered with flowers and presents, and no political messages at all.
Now, what is most interesting is the reaction of the Bosnian public to this. After an article was published in the media, the comments were absolutely terrifying, perhaps demonstrating why such a march is necessary in the first place. Comments like ‘real women are out in cafes enjoying their presents’, ‘the only thing you should get is chicken for making a pie’, ‘they are all ugly anyway’, plus more aggressive comments with sexual connotations. Some of the posters say: ‘I don’t want flowers, I want a job’. It is significant to point out that in the Bosnian labour market women will be asked whether they are in a relationship or married. If they are but don’t have any children, they will be offered temporary contracts for three months at a time. If they decide to have a child, they contract can be ended at any point, without the employer having to pay maternity leave. So should women here be happy with getting a flower on the 8th of March? I don’t think so. Give me a job, and I can buy more flowers than that, I guess is what we all should be demanding.
And back to the film photography experience: I finally finished that roll of film I had in the Zenit since December 2017: an achievement.