It's been unintentionally given with the tip of the umbrella on the head. On two occasions he asked for sincere forgiveness and on both occasions the pleading tone was rather evident. Only a few seconds have been enough to make the wounded person vulnerable. He accuses him of having left a face that could scratch the one thousand tips of an umbrella, even if the blow did not cause him physical pain. The power then gave him the power to raise his voice, to raise it over the other, to publicly shout: “Follow your people, here you do nothing but pain. Also with the umbrella. This is it!”

The woman, of Arab origin, has left her head low. Fleeing, repelled. “Everything is a matter of power,” you thought at the time. What if the woman wasn't Arab? What if Arabic wasn't a woman? If, as a woman and an Arab woman, she developed with great dexterity in the Spanish-language conversation? Of course, all these questions are rhetorical. You know perfectly well their answers and the evil thread that unites them: everything is a matter of power in the civilised world.