Abortion, contraception, free access, free on demand!
Women on the street! Women on the street!
To avoid differences between the rich and the poor,
since the rich can travel abroad,
they suggest a single market for abortion.
They're praising vacuum aspiration.
They've sucked up to the idea
of becoming abortionists in white coats.
Make no mistake, though.
The blood of the foetus is red,
as is their mother's or anyone else's.
The blood that beats
from the second week of delayed menstruation
brings to life the very individual
who will become a child,
an adult, an old person.
We'll have the children we want to have!
... is like a jail.
It's about chums and songs!
Down with codes! Legalise!
Contraception, for minors!
What are your thoughts on this, Madam?
They're right.
- They're right? - Yes.
- Why aren't you marching with them? - I'm too old.
Not even for a short while?
She's taking my picture.
Women want the pill! Women want the pill!
- They're right. - Yes, they are.
Are they?
Not as dense as their elders.
- Why aren't you going with them? - No.
Why not?
- What about you? - I'm too old.
Are you now?
I'm trying to read it.
What are they saying?
They're asking for free abortion,
and for information about contraception.
Just don't fuck.
- You never fucked? - I did!
But we play it safe. So there!
How so?
I'm not going to spell it out for you.
Right? What a joke!
Just don't laze around once it's done. Get up, that's it.
Am I wrong here?
You're just staring at me. Don't film this.